My mind is a mess, my heart flutters like a hummingbird on 5 cups of coffee and my eyes see things through some wicked lenses. That’s the mind of a maximalist in a nutshell. And that’s what it takes to create the meaning from a plethora of unrelated and seemingly incompatible fragments. One single color is never enough. One texture is not an option. My chair needs to tell the story, to create the mood, to lure the reader, or make the lady of the house smile every time she walks by.