Welcome to the 243rd insertion of DEMUR®, an analytical series highlighting the intricacies of the artistic world and the minutiae lying within. In this episode, we confront big ‘M’ maximalism, explaining the danger of over-complicated design and a loss of identity in hyperstimulation.
Months ago, we reviewed a Twitter thread by user @/culturaltutor titled “The Danger of Minimalist Design (& the Death of Detail)”. Met with great reception, the deep dive highlighted various consequences deriving from ultra-minimalistic practices in contemporary architecture and the loss of identity we’ve unknowingly forfeited. Providing insight into the future of uninspired design, the study encourages readers to evaluate simplified infrastructure and warn them of its impacts; however, this essay will be a counter-argument to that sentiment.
While the dangers of oversimplifying our world are undoubtedly grave, the contrary pendulum swing may result in a future far more insufferable than the reality we currently face. Maximalism is a trait that can transform blank spaces into personable environments and bring an attitude into otherwise sterile surroundings - but it can also become overstimulating and distasteful rather quickly.
Looking at our past, we can draw examples of poorly executed interior maximalism from many design eras. From the adaptation of 1930s floral wallpaper to the 50s wood-panelled walls and the 1970s avocado appliances, it becomes clear how volatile maximalist practices are. Overwhelming the mind with obscure colour combos and exaggerated design principles can sometimes make architecture far worse than its minimal counterparts. This leads to a surplus in buildings and rooms that reek more of an identity crisis than a product of self-expression.
Maximalism, much like all creative forms, is something that must retain balance in use. Without restraint, our cityscapes can quickly turn into LED billboard spectacles, lacking just as much personality as a minimal space. Without definition, maximalist philosophies quickly morph into formless clutter, leaving us in the same position we initially resisted.
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