Ernest Hemingway was on to something in 1926 when he penned his short story, “A Clean Well-Lighted Space.” There is something very cheerful about a place without shadows. A space where sunlight reflects on waxed floors and the furniture seems to dance en pointe.
Never underestimate the value of a clean white space. Many may malign white as antiseptic or sterile. I find it anything but. I find it refreshing and quietly liberating.
A clean white space for me must be what a blank canvas is for an artist – an endless opportunity. Notice how a single color, as in this case, red – bursts forth. The room still reads as white, but with explosions of color.
When seasons change, change the accent – and the space takes on a whole new look and feel.