Trying again

I'm usually looking for beauty of something cobbled together, the higgledy-piggledy. It's a state that expresses an imperfect desire; a  condition of forcing things to work because you want it to.  It can be an uncomfortable state of things out of place and it's all a little bit incorrect, but it exists because, you don't want do without it.

I think about this, often, in making things.  The mid-century mindset privileged a sense of order and satisfaction: volumes flattened into two-dimensional shapes or behind uninterrupted planes.  Pockets, drawers, boxes, compartments.  It's so satisfying to put things where they ought to be.  We hear this word a lot, satisfying, and perhaps to some degree, we have become satisfaction hunters - seeking to eliminate tension with that sense of putting something right. 

The big bummer is that satisfaction is, in many respects, the end of desire.  It's the fulfillment of a wanting state, a kind of answer to the question.  And therein lies the difficulty of what I really think of as my primary job - how to sit in that tiny space where love and function meet, and and maybe let love take over a little bit? How to make something lovely enough that it doesn't have to satisfy some extra criteria? 

How to be good and just have a nice time, and have a nice time, and have a nice time.