And once again, time either contracts or accelerates.
Events, meetings, new connections...
Airplanes, trains, hotels...
Cities, countries, plans, and dreams...
To meet and recognize your people...
To understand the next steps...
To push the boundaries of what seemed impossible, expand the space, and receive a "yes" where there had already been several "no's."
To coordinate everything and forget nothing...
To create the ideal outcome...
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And all of this surrounded by mandalas... Mostly light mandalas right now—it’s that kind of period; I’m drawing a lot of calculated and dot mandalas. Technically, it’s simpler; it can be done anywhere and at any time. But a simple technique does not exclude depth of processing... Different layers are engaged, different questions and programs surface...
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Yet sometimes I surface and find myself already in front of a canvas, armed with my favorite paints, brushes, and outliners. With an absolute silence within, where there is only you and what flows through you. And the only thought is to finish before the next trip, not to leave it for later. I don’t know how to finish works once time has passed; I don’t like abandoning things halfway through, and I can’t paint several at once. Each painting is a specific stage, a specific lesson. It arrives in its own time, with its own purpose and information. It doesn’t want to wait, yield its turn to others, or step aside. When it comes, it simply pours onto the canvas in a flow, leaving me only to put everything else aside and be the hands...