Category Archives: mandalas

The Rockets’ Red Glare Mandala

Patriotism is a circular argument

Patriotism is a circular argument

Clearly, this mandala celebrates the raucous chauvinism of America’s Independence Day. Originally, I think I had bigger plans for it, but somehow, just like real fireworks, it was a short display that ended too soon. Probably I should hold it back until July but who knows what the future holds? Today we celebrate the glorious 4th mandala, and that’s that.

Yesterday, while I was still reeling from my personal crisis of can’t even, I received the official invitation to become a regular contributor at Panels.net. I didn’t even realize until I skimmed the contributors’ bios that there are a number of really accomplished people affiliated with that site. Illustrious company. Go me. I really do have a lot to say about comics, and I believe I say them very well, thank you.

Today was one of the days I read to kindergarteners because it lightens my heart. We read 2 Jane Yolen books. Talk about a gifted writer! How many people in the world could create a story about a little girl being extremely quiet in the woods and end up with something that would keep a room full of 5-year-olds in rapt, delighted attention (Owl Moon)? Plus, the hilarious Recess Queen, which always gets a lot of laughs, as well as a short book about cowboys. I started my new bulletin board but made the mistake of doing the picture before settling on the words. Now I have about 12 tabs open, each with a different quote that might possibly be usefully paired with an image of an exploding volcano.

This Mandala is Very Busy on the Cellular Level

This Mandala is Very Busy on the Cellular Level

Not entirely amorphous…

It looks to me like a diagram out of a biology textbook, or else a page torn from the sketchbook of a character in an HP Lovecraft story. Amoeba? Planaria? Nudibranch? Ancient unspeakable horror? The colors are great, though.

Looks like Wednesdays are going to be a bust for me, artwise, until we finish this salsa dancing class at the end of the semester. I do the majority of my work between 10 and 2, but by the time we get home from the après-class gathering, it’s well past 10. Wednesdays are my volunteer days, so I did pull down the old bulletin board and put up a new background. However, this week is a particular Tucson holiday: Rodeo. Our schools don’t get a day off for President’s day, but we do get Thursday and Friday off for the Fiesta de los Vaqueros, so the school is closed until Monday.

Now it’s late, but I think there’s a good chance I can finish the new T-shirt design I’ve been working on.

The Explosive Mandala

My lucky stars!

My lucky stars!

This mandala is structurally interesting in that it’s based on sevens, an odd prime number. Its primary shape is that of a seven-pointed star, and the various layers comprise more seven-pointed stars. Naturally, there’s a bit of a skew to it, but it sort of balances itself in perfect imperfection.

Earlier the outline of a provocative and thoughtful blog entry about art existed in my mind, but now there is nothing there but a blank sheet of paper. No doubt the disappearing ink will reappear tomorrow. Today was sort of a bust for me: I took a salsa class and baked a quiche for a picnic, but I didn’t make any art. (Some might argue that dancing is making art, but it was only my second class and I’m not that good, so I don’t know if you really want to call it art as much as trying not to get stepped on while not understanding Spanish. The quiche was good but I wouldn’t call it art.)

It’s a rare day for me with no drawing or writing. It feels like the opposite of a vacation. It feels like a burden.

The Past is Pointy and So Is This Mandala

Mistakes were made.

Mistakes were made.

Without notes, it’s hard to remember some of the details, but I have a pretty good idea that this mandala is about ill-advised relationships, about feeling tied (or in this case, sewn to) to a person who is emotionally dangerous to you. Sometimes things can feel good or right in the moment, but all the while they’re slicing you up and leaving scars. Sometimes, those are the hardest relationships to get away from.

Speaking of things that slice you up and leave scars, the detail I was too tired to write about yesterday concerned thorns. In my hands.

As many readers know, I live in the desert, where much of the local flora is extremely pointy. Even the trees can be insanely dangerous. Before we bought our house, The Man and I lived on a property where the mesquite trees had 4-inch thorns. I’m not even exaggerating. Every person who ever lived there had, at least once, the experience of going outside wearing shoes and accidentally stepping on a thorn so long that it penetrated the sole and pierced deep into their foot.

We have a mesquite tree here, but it’s not quite as dangerous, and it’s at the very back of the property, where its calculated unruliness helps stem the flow of traffic from the utility easement into our yard. We also have a palo verde tree that is very close to the house. Probably, it should be removed, but I’m sort of fond it it, even though it’s considered a weed tree. They grow so fast that this one has begun to take over our roof.

Palo verdes are also thorny, and while the thorns are much smaller, to my mind, the small ones are much more insidious. This did not deter me; once up there, I could see that the tree was compromising the roof. There was a 3-inch mat of the needle-like leaves, which were trapping water and causing the insulating foam to decay. It took me 4 hours, spread out over 2 days, to clear them off and cut back as much of this tree as I could reach, and I was so intent on the job that I didn’t even notice my hand filling up with little tiny thorns.

My right (dominant) hand took the brunt of it, with the first knuckle of my index finger being severely compromised with three piercings. I could barely straighten it for 2 days, and the first knuckle of the left index finger also had one thorn stuck in it, which made simple tasks like putting on pants pretty painful. The Man dug around in my flesh with a needle to the best of his ability, but the thorns were too small, too deep. They’ll just have to work themselves out on their own.

So that’s what I was contending with last night. The pain is greatly receded today.

A few years back, The Man and I were trimming a date palm out front. Most people don’t realize that palm fronds can be incredibly sharp. Both of us took a pointy piece of frond deep into the hand, so far in that there was no extracting those pernicious little slivers. Six weeks later, within 24 hours of each other, we both were surprised to find our bodies expelling tiny, woody spear tips that we had forgotten were inside of us. So I expect that sometime around the end of March, I will be reminded of this experience on a strange day when my hands eject a dozen tiny minuscule palo verde thorns.

A Good Old Fashioned Mandala

Lavender and lace with a hint of heat

Lavender and lace with a hint of heat

Somehow, this design reminds me of my old Holly Hobby blanket, which probably fell to pieces some time in the mid-’80s. That then reminds me of the scene in Labyrinth where the Goblin King has made Sarah forget her mission and is trying to distract her with all the childhood toys she ever lost. Contemplating her childhood treasure, Sarah realizes, “It’s all junk.” She has only one quest. No stuffed animal, no music box, no Holly Hobby blanket will ever carry more weight than her grown-up goal. No trinket will ever suggest the shape of a treasure.

In tangentially related news, I received my second T-shirt payout today. I am not yet making Vegas money, if you know what I mean. Coincidentally, 2 people posted job listings on my Facebook wall today. It’s weird that people keep sending me job listings, considering I’m not looking for a job, but they both seem like fun jobs that coincide perfectly with my skills and interests and neither appear too time-consuming, so I will probably go for them.

Excited about tomorrow’s comic. As opposed to yesterday’s comic, the only part I have completely figured out is the punchline and the background, but it will be simple and elegant.

Dragon Comics 66

You can't always get what you want. Sometimes you can't even get what you need.

You can’t always get what you want. Sometimes you can’t even get what you need.

This metaphor lends itself to oversimplification. In real life, you can have both hope and despair at the same time, to a degree, but in my experience one is usually going to be louder. The balance can shift back and forth, adding a fun element of manic depression to all the other mental noise of an imperfect creative life, but you don’t feel equal parts optimistic and pessimistic. Either you’re a superstar who produces an endless tide of flawless gems, or you’re a hack who should give up and go into medical transcription or some other field that doesn’t require imagination. Even some of the most successful people I know seem to bounce back and forth between basking in their success and questioning when it will all come crashing down around their heads when the truth regarding their lack of talent is revealed.

So it really does end up being a series of endless circles, a spiritual wheel of fortune that can rise and fall multiple times in a single day. In an hour. In a minute.

The mandala in which Dragon is tangled today is based on a sacred geometry design. Saturday The Man and I went over to the Bear’s cave for the first time in forever (he said, “That snake just gets me.) and spent a couple hours talking, about art, in theory, practice, and business, as well as the subject of these ancient forms. When you just look at them they seem orderly and easy to understand, but when you try to draw one, the intricacies of symmetry and proportion really pop out at you. I had the same experience drawing and cutting the Man in the Maze, except that one was about 500 times more complicated than this.

Starburst: the Mandala

This mandala warms your spirit with the heat of a thousand very tiny suns.

This mandala warms your spirit with the heat of a thousand very tiny suns.

A lot of skew on this one. It’s unfortunate that I didn’t take any sort of notes during the mandala project. There are a few for which I can remember my exact inspiration, mindset, and/or intention, but for the most part, I have these charming designs whose origins have grown mysterious. Triangles and starbursts are a pretty common theme in this series, while dots are less common.

One thing I am realizing, looking at this image, is that there is something gross stuck to my scanner. It’s on every image I’ve scanned for weeks. It would probably behoove me to clean the scanner, and to Photoshop the gross thing out of previously scanned but not yet posted images.

There’s been so much new art going on around here that it’s been weeks since an old mandala has made it into this blog. Just now, someone posted that Kurt Vonnegut quotation about going into the arts onto my Facebook page with the message that my drawings were getting better. So Dragon was right, and, as we’re rapidly learning, the snake was wrong. You can, in fact, get better with practice.

Naughty or Nice? The Mandala

A beautiful mandala with no lateral symmetry

A beautiful mandala with no lateral symmetry

I really like this 5-pointed mandala. Mandalas with odd numbers of sides are such rebels. This one has a high degree of skew to it, but it seems like that effect is mitigated by the lack of lateral symmetry.

That’s all I have to say on the subject of this mandala, but if you are still reading, I’d like to say a few words about giving to charity. A lot of people save their big charitable donations for the end of the year, and while we should probably support charities all year round, I’m guilty of this myself. Although I don’t have a lot of money, I do try to give.

My top charity is Love146. Did you know that in the US alone, it’s estimated that 100,000 children live in sexual slavery? Can you even imagine what the global number of trafficked and exploited kids is? Love146 helps rescue children from sexual slavery. It provides safe homes and good food and useful education and psychological support for children whose lives might have been thrown away and restores these kids to the world. It teaches them that they have value and a purpose of their own and offers them new families to protect and care for them so that they can grow up strong and healthy.

I’m also enamored of Heifer International. I first encountered this group in my first real job out of college. I worked in a satellite office and one year, right before Christmas, I received a card from a woman in the main office, a woman with whom I worked over the phone and online. The card explained that a goat had been donated in my name. A goat! How can you not support that? If goats aren’t your thing, you can donate chickens, or bees, or rabbits, or alpacas, or basically any useful farm animal, in your friends’ names. Are you rich? You can give a water buffalo! People’s lives are changed through these donations; a starving family with a chicken suddenly has food and a business. Furthermore, donees are required to donate some of their animal’s offspring so that the entire village eventually benefits from your gift.

Charity:Water is another worthy group. They dig wells in remote villages. This is bigger than it sounds. In a lot of third world countries, drinking water is not immediately accessible. It typically falls to women or children to walk miles to the nearest source of water, and this water is often not clean by American standards. Further, it can be dangerous for women and children to be walking at all in some of these regions. So your 11-year-old daughter might spend 4 hours a day fetching and carrying muddy drinking water. Or she might never come home because you live in a war zone. I believe this group also builds bathrooms in remote regions. You cannot imagine how dangerous it is for women and children to relieve themselves in certain parts of the world, not to mention how difficult it is to practice any sort of hygiene without running water and plumbing.

Doctors without Borders/Medecins sans Frontieres send emergency medical assistance in the wake of natural and manmade disasters, often risking their lives to help others. Their quick response time mitigates humanitarian crises, saves lives, and can prevent epidemics from spreading. They’re a fairly well-known medical charity, and I’ve supported them for a while. A slightly less well-known medical charity, Partners in Health, maintains clinics in places where medical care is difficult to access. They have been especially effective in treating chronic tuberculosis around the world. I learned about this group, and its amazing founder, Dr. Paul Farmer, after meeting the wonderful writer Tracy Kidder and reading his Pulitzer-winning book about Dr. Farmer, Mountains beyond Mountains. I can’t recommend this charity, or this book, enough. Paul Farmer is one of the most inspirational people about whom you will ever read, if geniuses giving selflessly and tirelessly inspire you.

The Southern Poverty Law Center does excellent work in tracking hate groups and, whenever possible, taking them to court. Their mission is to fight for civil rights, and generally speaking, the people they are fighting against are Nazis, or people whose politics and beliefs are so aligned with Nazis that it’s hard for the rest of us to perceive the difference. They also produce a lot of teaching tolerance material. But seriously, they fight Nazis. Unless you are a Nazi yourself, I have trouble understand how you could not support this mission.

Whenever I see the banner ads on Wikipedia, I send them $5. A lot of people ignore these pleas for donations, but Wikimedia is, after all a charitable organization, and their mission is nothing less than making the sum total knowledge of humankind available for free to everyone in the world. This is a noble goal, and furthermore, whether we admit it or not, most of us use Wikipedia on a regular basis. Yes, I know, people criticize the site and question its reliability and insist that it’s not a good academic source. Perhaps, but it’s a great general source. It’s an encyclopedia. You’re not supposed to cite encyclopedias anyway. You use them to get a grasp of a new subject, to learn an overview and pick up keywords to find more specific information. Bonus: you want original sources? The entire bottom of the page is nothing but links to original sources. If you don’t think Wikipedia is a) hugely useful and b) hugely important, you’re either lying, or not on the Internet, or lack curiosity. I’m there almost every day.

And finally, I always send a few bucks to Planned Parenthood. I could talk about how they provide reliable and affordable healthcare to millions of women. I could talk about how they subsidized, for many years, birth control I could not otherwise afford. I could talk about their educational programs. But mostly, I donate to stick it to those kneejerk fundamentalists who go around with giant anti-abortion banners, people who are so in love with their own ignorance that they’re completely unaware of what the Bible actually says about abortion (hint: a fetus is considered the property of its parents, not a living being. Look it up. Or don’t. I’m well aware that people don’t like to see reason on this issue) and so unaware of their own hypocrisy that the second that unwanted child is forced into the world, they’re ready to condemn it for being poor, being gay, and so on. There are seven billion people in the world and millions of unwanted kids languishing in social services. If you want to protect a kid, try helping one that’s already here.

Happiness is a Warm Mandala

Apparently it has been 3 weeks since QWERTYvsDvorak has featured an irregular crayon mandala. This travesty cannot stand. I present to you: a golden brown flower themed mandala, a tempting treat for a paper honeybee.

A soothing 6-sided mandala

A soothing 6-sided mandala

Something kind of earthy about this one. The center part reminds me of the sunflowers The Man sometimes brings home, and the green circles in the middle remind me of malachite beads.

Not much art news to report, although I’ve been thinking about some recent projects that I haven’t touched in a while. Does the graphic novel need 5 parts, or is it now complete in 3? Can I possibly redo some of the work on Alphabet of Desire that I accidentally lost somewhere in my house? Losing this paper really put the brakes on the project, and due to its spiritual nature, I worry that I won’t get the same results if I do the work again, and furthermore, although I lost the physical sheet of paper, I know it’s somewhere in this house, that I specifically put it someplace that it would turn up again in the future, when I wasn’t looking for it. That seems to be the project my brain wants to get back to.