There is a corner in my bathroom I hate. Odd, I know, to hate a
corner. But I do. I am particular about my spaces. I am particular
This corner and I have locked horns on many occasions. You see, it is
where an unruly bunch of cords must live, and I hate cords .
Spatially, I am a minimalist. I like clean lines, adore open space,
need organization. Cords seem to embody every possible antithetical
quality to my minimalist preferences. They refuse to stay clean, have
a tenacious commitment to becoming twisted and curled and entangled.
The very nature of the cord is an affront to my delicate aesthetic
sensibilities. And here I have, in my bathroom, a corner where they
run wild, refuse to be tamed. Every time I go to the bathroom, they
mock me, those cords do. They taunt me from their corner with their
ugly, rebellious nature. And I despair.
Today, I was taking pictures of ordinary things in new ways. I wanted
to give myself new eyes for things I see all the time. When I got to
the fated corner, I captured it in a high contrast still. When I
looked at the photo, I was struck by the beauty of this uncontrolled
space, and now when I see those haphazard cords, they do not mock me.
Instead they remind me that beauty can be found everywhere, even in
what you think you hate.