Untitled mandala

untitled mandala

Sometimes I draw these. The circular format of the mandala is contained and somehow makes me feel a great deal of satisfaction. The title of my piece, in my files, has something that looks like a date, but I no longer understand the format. But I think I drew this last summer. Usually I can remember context: where I was, what was going on in my life. Not so, this time. Which means it was probably a kind of tough time, and I blocked out everything but the colored pencils. And? Nothing. That's all. It's the only one of these I've ever photographed, and therefore the only one, too, that has ever made it onto my blog. I wonder where the other ones are?