When the mind goes for a walk without a predefined route it weaves spontaneous thoughts.
What a great feeling …a meditation a mind clearing and cleansing activity.
And from the mind, art spills onto paper as scissors snip and glue gossips all along.
Patterns as language, patterns as order, patterns as measure, patterns as threads of consciousness and hidden thoughts. Patterns order our thoughts and settle our temporary questions. They infuse a sense of structure and codify our thoughts.
Why do we produce, seek and engage with patterns?