Often, it seems that it is in the mornings that I will see something unusual or beautiful. One morning, not long ago, sunlight crept through the window and climbed onto the tip of my paintbrush whilst I was quietly painting. The spectacle took my breath away. Magic always comes unannounced, without warning and precisely because of its guileful nature it gives the greatest pleasure.
With the deadline looming my days and nights have become an ode to the mandala with obligatory pauses for the boring necessities of life. During the day I paint the Community commission and at night I study sacred geometry and watch the mind as it creates future mandalas each one increasingly more detailed than the last. It seems that life for me now revolves around round paintings and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Nor will I ever wish to
(Albert Einstein)“A human being is part of a whole, called by us the ‘Universe’ —a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts, and feelings, as something separated from the rest—a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”