The people I serve are Mandala Makers. Baristas, chefs, gelato makers, chocolatiers, pastry chefs, bakers, doughnut makers: they’re engaged in a craft. They have to get the ingredients right, the temperature correct, the presentation, the flavor…and then…in an instant the artwork is gone! Not hung on a wall in a gallery or in a home. But right into a human’s mouth to be tasted, enjoyed, digested and integrated into the person that consumed it.
The artist is living in a state of impermanence, sacrifice, giving. She is doing and forgetting constantly. No time to linger. It is making one latte and then another. One plate of food and then another. No record. No artifact. Only the experience that cannot be preserved. But it is tasted.
I play my role in this mandala dance: an ingredient in impermanence. One of the colors of sand.
And every week it’s blown away and I come back and replace it so the mandala maker can continue his work of doing and forgetting. And I too do and forget as I go between empty and full and empty again.