Worked slowly in the round, each mandala builds outward in repetition, symmetry and ritual. Long tied to ideas of wholeness, cycles and the unseen order beneath things, they sit somewhere between decoration, meditation and symbol. Each one becomes a quiet study in pattern, patience, and the strange calm of things falling into place.
Each one begins at a centre ring and grows outward, round by round, until it decides how big it wants to be. Worked flat, they are made to be hung or laid somewhere the whole pattern can be seen at once, the sort of thing you catch yourself following with your eyes without meaning to.