Someone asked me why I use the name Creative Chaos during last Sunday’s Maker’s Market. Here’s my
excuse answer from my other blog several years ago.
“When I found out that there is such a thing, I decided to adopt it as one of my philosophies in life.
According to Creative Chaos, there is order in randomness, that there are some minds that become more inspired and artistic amid mess.
Some borrowed thoughts from the Internet:
“Creativity in its most meaningful sense renders order out of chaos. True creativity engenders new coherent form from existing patterns or ideas. The creative mind is not subdued by the apparent anarchy of random chaos.” http://www.enchantedmind.com/html/science/creative_chaos.html
“Creative chaos is about thinking “why not?” instead of “why?”. It is about looking beyond the ordinary and finding the opportunity to create something extraordinary.” (http://www.jakephillips.net/
And my favorite —
“Many people who work in creative fields often prefer a chaotic or disorderly environment around them while they work on new ideas or projects… Creative chaos occurs when established patterns are destroyed, with the hope of something new arising from the positive chaos by the destruction. Creative people would consider this moment a breakthrough, as a new and unexpected result rises from the rubble of a former creative stumbling block.”
“… it is so common to find a creative person’s office filled to the ceiling with clutter and effluvia. Concerns over order are secondary to the excitement surrounding a new discovery.” (http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-creative-chaos.htm)
Of course Creative Chaos has more meaning than that and I beg indulgence from the thinkers who came up with this school of thought as I try to use it as –
— THE PERFECT EXCUSE FOR MY CLUTTER
…and I do love my clutter! I have actually made a teeny career out of this disorderly manner as an accessories designer and yes, even had the pomposity to call my business Creative Chaos (made me sound cool and clever!). It was short-lived (yet again), but it was fun, entertaining, and it generated a lot of profit and ahem, compliments. I even got featured in the lifestyle section of a leading newspaper once! I used to join a lot of bazaars and trade fairs to sell accessories.
All the beads and materials scattered everywhere, all the explosion of colors and shapes inspired me to combine even those that at first may seem not to work together but somehow matched and made sense. The moment my dad got fed up with the mess and had the helper tidy up the corner of our house that I ‘squatted’ in and claimed as my workstation was the beginning of the waning of my interest in the craft until I just realized one day that all my materials had been tucked away, some in my mom’s antique trunks and some in the attic. Sad. But my pool of materials came in handy when hubby and I decided to make beaded bookmarks (that doubled as bag charms and table napkin rings) for our wedding favors.
— THE PERFECT JUSTIFICATION FOR MY UNORGANIZED AND OFTEN FICKLE WAY OF GOING ABOUT LIFE IN GENERAL
I have forty eleven thousand interests… I am always delighted and open to try out new things, to break free from old thoughts, patterns, situations, structures… which is why I have so many stints. But most of the time, things lose their appeal rather easily – especially once I find out that I’ll never amount to anything else other than as a beginner, hence my claim as a professional ‘stint’ woman.”
Fast forward to today, I have revived my teeny career of clutter.
Back then, after using Creative Chaos a couple of times, I changed my name to Kitsch Corner. There were people who thought I was selling kitchen-related stuff, DUH.
Now, Kitsch Corner sounds too cutesy for me and it downgrades my work to something cheap and trivial so I reverted to Creative Chaos. My work is still kitschy and overdone but Creative Chaos sounds more serious, eh, age appropriate… and artsy fartsy smartsy — like I’m so deep, man!
Here’s proof of my chaotic way of working. I have a very small workstation in the adjoining area which I am unable to use because of the clutter, so my work area has spilled over to our bedroom floor. I don’t mind working on the floor especially when stamping because I could put more pressure on the stamp than when I use a table.
I wish I could just leave everything like that.
I tried. Believe me, I tried organizing. I have all kinds of storage boxes and shelves but the clutter, it has a life of its own, like a big monster that hates being kept away from sight.
Neatness cramps my style. I hate cleaning up regularly every time my kids would come inside the room. I have to put away my tools. And of course, they would just love getting their hands on my mess and things would get even messier!