Handcrafted with Love
For me, this process was as meditative as the mandalas themselves. The grain of the wood, the scent of sawdust, and the tactile rhythm of sanding became part of the ritual. I loved how the dark stain allowed the spirit of the tree to show through, giving each piece a living, breathing presence. Over time, as I began traveling more and creating mandalas on the road, I no longer had access to the workshop, but I discovered new ways to continue. In major cities, round panels and canvases eventually became easier to find, allowing me to focus solely on the art itself, especially for commissions.