One summer, I think it was about 2004, I made mandalas. I carried black paper, colored pencils, a sharpener and a compass in my bag and I made mandalas, sometimes several every day. It was kind of a way to check in with myself, to recenter my focus. Some of them were really tiny, only about two and a half inches in diameter, and some took up the extent of a piece of black artagain paper, about nine inches across.
Amazingly, doing this art actually did help me to recenter myself. It was like art meditation. In the past week or so some of the old mandalas have resurfaced, maybe a reminder that I need to get something going. It is so easy to get mired in the decluttering that I fail to start smething new. I just keep on clearing out the old stuff. Learning from what I find? Certainly, to some degree. But it’s time to start some fresh activity as well. So, yeah. I’m going to do that. Photos to follow!
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blkdrama // June 29, 2009 at 9:27 pm
That’s great. Not a way I have ever found comfort but I so respect the magic others can make with craft materials.
Bravo! What do you think about as you create your pieces?
Bonnie
lynnjake // June 29, 2009 at 10:38 pm
That’s a good question, Bonnie. It is kind of akin to writing in a journal for me. I usually combine the two – it’s like the mandala is the visual part of whatever I’m writing about or need to write about. Not an illustration, more a picture of the essence of whatever is going on I think.