I find that the oddest and most un-aesthetic photos give me some of the best mandalas.
I was hiking one day at NCAR and found this poor shell of a tree. It looked like a floppy banana peel that had hardened. Here is the pic I took with my iPhone.
Several weeks later I got it out, put it into Photoshop and started cutting it up…
This was the result:
The funny thing about mandalas is that the best mandalas come from the worst pictures. This is fitting because to me, the message of a mandala is about blending the sacred and the profane. The predictability and symmetry catalyze a feeling that is, while calm, nearly ecstatic.