Everything is minimal. Everything is spare. Even landscaping. Everything built is "midcentury" and "modern". There is no fat left to trim.

Whatever begins a new aesthetic movement will not make economic sense, because it will involve us valuing things beyond the economic, again.

I find it weird that the well-intentioned war on stuff, instead of casting out bad stuff, turned to things like the tiny house movement. Minimalism: your-life-this-time edition.

I want busier, greener, more vital things. There's no vitality in all this new art. It lacks scent and taste.

One of the reasons minimalism and anti-stuff ism seems insane is that a studio full of materials feels quite blissful to me.

People living in pods/etc forgo crafting in their own homes. That seems wrong.

People should try to make more of the things they use.

Everyone used to make their own dresses, spoons, tables, pillowcases, half the things they touched daily.

Great strides in economic efficiency = now we make them for 99 cents out of glue.

But things you touch should be sacred. Imagine eating every day out of a bowl your friend made. Boko's bowl. Imagine your wife embroidered your winter blanket. Imagine the little fort you make for your child, like the one that was made for you.

So I don't like minimalism. I love objects. We care too little for them.