167. Mandalas
[Their mandalas] were prettier than mine, harmonious, with careful lines and tidy colorings. My mandala contained wild lumps of color: grass green, blood red, royal purple, a touch of cobalt. I drew from my shoulders, from my chest. I could see my heartbeat in the colors and hear it as my hand moved across the page."
From the It's Only a Book project in which I'm deconstructing my 2003 book, Grace: A Memoir, and turning it into art.
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