I love suggestion. I love the idea of exposing only a hint of a notion, and deliberately (or otherwise) covering up the rest. It leaves something to the imagination, leaving the mind to wander, and wonder. Like a brief but seductively insightful glimpse into something private, something usually kept hidden — into our private lives, our sanctuaries, those of which we deem as beautiful, sacred experiences not meant to be shared openly. It doesn’t have to be a blatant display, but rather a subtle but tantalising slip of exposure.
I do see the beauty in both though, in how certain things are indeed meant to be kept private, either for the thrill of it, or for the liberty of having a space you can call your own, impenetrable by others, and also in being transparent, and sharing bits of your private life with strangers, others. Call it a tad voyeuristic, but that’s how I become inspired by others — by getting delicious glimpses into their private lives, their secrets, their well-kept sanctuaries. And it makes them and the world around us even more beautiful.
That’s how I like it. I like the suggestion, the suggestiveness, the quick glimpse into something you’re not supposed to see, or perhaps even something you are actually supposed to see, out of sheer intention. I like the openness and the vulnerability and the transparency and the absolute liberty in it all. I find it beautiful, divine, breathtaking.
But it’s not intrusion, mind you. It’s something not to be interrupted or disrupted. It’s something to be seen, savoured, and be inspired by, in all its radiant glory. A beautiful object, a beautiful experience, anything. The possibilities are endless. Something that tells you more about someone, or something. Slightly naked, not too overexposed. Sometimes it leaves you wanting more, sometimes it doesn’t — because it’s just right.
Just like that.