Nirvana flows through my brush…
Drawing patterns. Brush strokes in rhythm, side by side, the colors change but you can notice a grid. Like a carpet of abstract houses, one is next to the other, fitting into this imaginary city.
What is it with patterns? Why do we love them so much? and what is so relaxing in this meditative act of drawing them?
Maybe it is the temporary order in the big chaos, maybe this repeat sends our brains the illusive message that all is under control, that this mixture of things, wants – fears – colors – experiences, create together a beautiful whole, and everything has it’s exact place in this world.