I like a clean space for creativity. Because creativity can get, umm, messy.
I’ve written about this before. I don’t have a type A personality, really; it’s more that I appreciate the aesthetics of a good space. Sometimes messy spaces can have great creative vibes (case in point: this beautiful studio from hens teeth on Flickr), but sometimes they can totally impede creativity. Example: “I have a thought (/image) which needs writing down(!) …and, shit, wait, where is my pencil? Commence scrambling through: the piles of papers/the abyss of an art supply drawer/the bedsheets.
My Father-The-Architect has a fantastic office; I remember going there after school as a kid. He’d give me a set of Prismacolors and let me render an elevation drawing for the afternoon. Beautiful.
I’ve worked on and off with his office since high school, but it’s still one of my favorite spaces for working on my own creative projects.