this time it looks as if a mudra is emerging from the abstract beginnings . . . and so it goes . . . not finished yet. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) ← He is filled with tears, everywhere . . . Love the infinite ran to the edge of space . . . → I like to hear from youCancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
