At the last townhouse I stayed in, everything was white on white when I arrived. White walls, counters, table, furniture, and carpet.
So I took it one step further, bought five blank canvases, and hung them around the apartment. Especially one big one, right at the entrance.
Visitors would get upset, saying, “You have got to put something there! You can’t just leave it blank! It needs color!”
I would say, “Good point. Like what. What do you imagine?”
They would say, “You know, like some bold splashes of dark red, but not too heavy. Something with clean lines.”
I would say, “Hmm…. I’m not sure what you mean. Can you describe it more?”
They would stare at the blank canvas a bit, and go into more detail about what should be on it.
Eventually I would say, “Nah. Not going to do it.”
“The reason I love the blank canvas is because it makes everyone day-dream.
The process of imagining what should be there is much more fun than if something was already there.
There have been a hundred paintings imagined onto that canvas. It’s got unlimited potential. It would be a shame to mess up that with a bunch of paint.”
There is nothing more wonderful than a blank piece of paper and pencil or pen in hand with which to express something to yourself or others.
It is one of life’s great joys that is probably reducing as people jump straight onto a digital screen.
The blank page starts with unlimited potential.
Beautiful thoughts and dreaming are fantastic. Realising is even more satisfying, but we can never realise unless we dream.
Same thing with that business idea you have had forever.
Or that beautiful person you haven’t spoken with.
So maybe you should just leave them in your imagination, where they are at their best.
The one thing that would be even better is if you…