I am not a triangle fan. They’re too pointy and pokey for my liking. I, however, did not decide on the starting shape for this mandala. I let my daughter choose and she picked a triangle. I suppose it didn’t turn out too badly considering. I daresay I could have done a better job of evening it out as well so the middle is less disjointed feeling to me and yet it is what it is.
That middle cluster of triangles is like the muddle in my mind most days, having it’s effect on the outer whole of the flower around it. It has a certain amount of beauty to it, however, and if you look close enough even the muddle is it’s own form of organised chaos.
