There’s beauty in chaos — when the outcome is limitless, ripe with multiple interpretations. Thus is nature.
It is structure that intends to display meaning. The mind stops guessing at identification, shielded with the brain’s umbrella from the books of rain.
Certain things require definition
Stairs need to be intuitive enough to walk and up and down. However, silly putty asks to be flexed and misunderstood. Both are pieces of art, finished or unfinished.
Art requires mixing materials. The end product just needs to work, perfect or carefully disorganized.
The freedom to create is also the freedom to appear unfinished, spaces left vacant for the curious mind to fill in. “One must have chaos within oneself to give birth to a dancing star,” said Nietzsche.
One never overcomes the chaos — they merely live in it.