There is, however, an authentic side to minimalism—when it is a monument to simplicity, purity and order—the expression of the most idealistic, sensitive and introverted temperaments among us. To those for whom these qualities are innate values—nay virtues—rather than disguises, the minimalist aesthetic is a natural extension—a source of fulfilment, comfort and catharsis.
Your art, like everything in your life, is a reflection of your values.
“The Muse” is a four-line stanza celebrating the rural landscape that surrounds me. Having developed the lines over the past few days, their focus has become less its power to inspire and more the sweetness of its tranquil atmosphere. Consequently, two new ideas for the title have emerged: “The Silvan Still” and “Quietude”. “Silvan”, though it conveys my meaning and alliterates beautifully in the poem, is not a word natural to my vocabulary and so I am loth (how comical that “loth” is) to use it. I shall mull over it in the days to come and see what is best for the poem.
