I don't display everything, I can rotate things and change the look of my place on a whim. But sometimes.... Sometimes I just wish I could sit back and say, "Ahh. This is done." And never feel to compelled to move stuff again. I know, I can dream.
Last week I was confined to bed ill. Couldn't read, watch TV or even blog. My place is so small that I can see almost the whole thing from my bed. Every now and then I got out of bed and rearranged. I did this in short bursts, and then I'd go back to bed and stare at my rearrangement. I know, I'm ill - and it's worse than just having a cold.
The first thing I rearranged was my grouping of paintings. Staring at this grouping provided several hours of entertainment. I kind of liked the fact that one painting is about rain, and one is of a flower. A natural evolution. See previous groupings here.
With my next burst of energy, I moved stuff based on an orange/blue theme.
I love experimenting with color, but I always return to white.
I love white, and I love simple forms. One day I will live in an all white, prefab ranch. And hopefully, I will never have to move a thing.