I don’t remember which came first, the mandalas or the flowers. Maybe they quietly morphed into each other. I paint my flower mandalas very intuitively. The petals unfold out of the core naturally, just because they have to be like that. They are not geometrically correct or perfectly symmetrical and I love their imperfections. I feel them as an organic, raw force, representing a joy of life that is untamed and unapologetically unique.