Conscious Clutter

What is it that is so appealing about mess?  A cluttered room for me has always been a sign of a creative or curious soul.  A strange collection of random objects, rather than telling a story about their owner, in some way serves to render them all the more mysterious.  What would my muse clutter his surroundings with? Where would he store it all?  What would these objects expose or deny about my man?

Jeff Wall, After "Invisible Man" by Ralph Ellison, The Preface, 1999-2000

Image at http://www.mariangoodman.com/exhibitions/2002-09-20_jeff-wall/