metallic pen, bindis
12in x 12in
(30cm x 30cm)
Not available as a canvas print. Print on photo paper possible in smaller sizes.
REMINISCENT OF SOME gigantic Celtic brooch, this mandala holds a cosmic diagram within its gilt tracery. A slightly curious cosmos perhaps – one in which the epicycles of the celestial bodies are woven into a lattice of lines, and spiral-branched cosmic trees stand around the edge of the universe, keeping everything in its pre-ordained place. A further ring of trees at the centre guards the sacred solar system with its eight planets.
But why shouldn’t a cosmos look like this? If, in the end, the vast cosmos we have been exploring the furthest reaches of with the tools created by science is no more real than a giant thought, dreamed up by the giant consciousness that is all we ultimately are, why shouldn’t this small cosmos, dreamed up by this small fragment of consciousness, also exist?