My aesthetic is the black heavens, the soulful browns of forest brethrin and the pure white of fresh snow. I'm in love with the greens of springtime and vivid petal hues. I'm in love with the simple, the clean blue sky and the expanse of ocean. I'm in love with the complexity of the meadow, the ecosystem, the aromas, the buzz of insect chatter. I guess I'm a nature person, and I take my cue from our Earth in how to feel so wonderfully at home in both my skin and my world.
A varnish on something solid is a beautiful thing, an aesthetic to be proud of. Yet to say this is beautiful when it is a facade over the rotten, greed made palatable with the excuse of survival... even for the well healed... no. Just no. Be comfortable, be safe, that's okay... but let's take the varnish off the rot and polish the gems... aesthetics comes a long way after good foundations are laid.