Showing posts with label change. Show all posts
Showing posts with label change. Show all posts

Sunday, September 13, 2015

This is the Way the Mandala is Made!

 A mandala begins simply enough, 
lines...shapes...color

 A quarter turn...a quarter turn...
color goes all around 

 Little things added...
a ruffle here

 Bold lines there

Choices made

 and changes, too

 Definition...

 Detail...a flourish here and there,
a quarter turn...a quarter turn

 Once more 'round the circle...
this is the way

The mandala is made!
(20" x 20" acrylic on canvas, Stacy Wills, 2015)

Thursday, September 20, 2012

ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

migration 

i have a new baby...blog, that is!   i have been feeling like i needed to return this one to its intended purpose - that being mandalas, but i've branched out creatively speaking, and wanted another place where i could explore a different kind of art, as well.  over time i will be migrating the art on this blog that is not mandala-specific to the new one.  so if you begin to notice some images  missing, you'll know they've been moved to the other site.

the new blog is called:  sacred alter  and yes, that's alter with an "e."  if you visit, you'll see why...and of course i hope you will visit. :-)

the mandala below came about as a creative response to the current course i'm taking through abbey of the arts, called women on the threshold.  this has been a year filled with thresholds for me personally - and not all of them have been easy to cross...in fact, most of them have been very hard...and i find it very difficult to be creative when things are tough.   through participating in this class, however, i'm finding the creative juices are flowing again...and i am ever so grateful for that.

eve's whisper 

Thursday, September 30, 2010

slow dancing

with the turning
of the season
a gentle breeze
is blowing
and with it
comes a knowing
that it's time
for letting go
then like lovers
we're slow dancing
to the waiting
ground below

-stacy wills (9/30/10)

Saturday, June 12, 2010

emerging

when patterns are broken,
new worlds emerge...


-tuli kupferberg (b. 1923)