In a way, these nanndalas reflect life and appear when I am still, listening. They are a colorful response to what happens around and within me. Inner echos materialising, reflections on the calm surface of a mountain lake.
Improvised, spontaneoulsy drawn freehand on paper – nothing sketched or measured.
Like singing in the morning to celebrate it’s arrival.
What is translated into form and colour changes as much as the weather. Sometimes I create lots during a short time, sometimes years go by and nothing appears. I respond when an expression wants to take form. Meandering art. Like a river.
A heart-felt thank you to my teachers: Cold, Water, Light, Sound, Flow, Flowers. LIFE.
In a way, these nanndalas reflect life and appear when I am still, listening. They are a colorful response to what happens around and within me. Inner echos materialising, reflections on the calm surface of a mountain lake.
Improvised, spontaneoulsy drawn freehand on paper – nothing sketched or measured.
Like singing in the morning to celebrate it’s arrival.
What is translated into form and colour changes as much as the weather. Sometimes I create lots during a short time, sometimes years go by and nothing appears. I respond when an expression wants to take form. Meandering art. Like a river.
A heart-felt thank you to my teachers: Cold, Water, Light, Sound, Flow, Flowers. LIFE.
…are a playful cocreation. It all started with a series of NANNDALAs. Then, Erica started playing with a digitalised Nanndala and created complex mosaic out of it. All of these can be printed on fabric. Click here for more information
…are a playful cocreation. It all started with a series of NANNDALAs. Then, Erica started playing with a digitalised Nanndala and created complex mosaic out of it. All of these can be printed on fabric. Click here for more information
If nanndalas are reflectons of my inner life, these drawings give a glimpse of the longings of friends and family – both close and far away.
I asked what they wished to invite into their lives. The responses, expressed in words, touched me deeply. I carried each longing in my heart. After a while, a longing took form, an image appeared within me.
It is a gift to take part of friends’ longings. It also is a reminder that longings are universal, no matter where you were born, which gender, class, race, age, religion you belong to…once we look beyond superficial facts of humans, we find a beautiful source that we all share.
I wish we could see beyond the surface more easily.
We all long and we all be-long on this beautiful planet we call home. Here are a few glimpses of longing and belonging.
What do you wish to invite into your life?
If nanndalas are reflectons of my inner life, these drawings give a glimpse of the longings of friends and family – both close and far away.
I asked what they wished to invite into their lives. The responses, expressed in words, touched me deeply. I carried each longing in my heart. After a while, a longing took form, an image appeared within me.
It is a gift to take part of friends’ longings. It also is a reminder that longings are universal, no matter where you were born, which gender, class, race, age, religion you belong to…once we look beyond superficial facts of humans, we find a beautiful source that we all share.
I wish we could see beyond the surface more easily.
We all long and we all be-long on this beautiful planet we call home. Here are a few glimpses of longing and belonging.
What do you wish to invite into your life?
