Coloured Sand Mandala performance

Over the course of three days, Eitan Kedmy creates a mandala with colored sand. The sand pours through his fingers to create intricate patterns that gradually form a large and complex mandala. The guests are invited to watch the mandala unfold. Watching the circle being created quiets the soul, and enables us to connect to the cyclical nature of life, to harmony and inner truth. Once the mandala is complete, the guests are invited to participate in the ceremony of its dissolution. This ceremony is suitable for quiet events and places that involve/invite calm introspection, such as galleries and meditation retreats. In such an environment, looking into the mandala connects each participant with his/her inner essence.

I arrived at the ceremony of the sand mandala dissolution without expectations. I’d never seen such an event before and didn’t know what was going to happen. The day before, I had come to see the creation of the mandala and was quite amazed: the mandala was so spectacular that I felt it was almost assaulting me, or at least jumping out at me from the table. Afterwards I started seeing the endless details, the rich weave; the mandala looked like an expensive carpet with deep textures, and I could have gazed at it for hours.

Before the dissolution, Eitan gave detailed verbal instructions: to build and release, to let go, to allow things to come, but also to let them pass. I stood at the back, not very comfortable, and waited for the action to start.

The dissolution was fast but also very slow. Eitan started at the corners. Using his fingers, he cut into the world and created bumps in it. For a minute I felt the whole of reality – everything that exists around us all the time, this whole play – twist, as if someone took the screen on which this movie, this reality, is projected, and pulled at the corners, and everything continued as usual, only with a twist. A small gap opened between me and the ordinary solidity of “reality”, as if it was within quote marks.

Eitan continued to run his fingers through the sand, inside the reality. As he advanced he “destroyed” the small details, the textures, the carpet. I suddenly realized how much this dissolution is part of the whole. With no hierarchy or preference. For a moment I experienced the destruction as beauty, as life, just like creation. I experienced this moment without the familiar duality of good and bad, beautiful and ugly, creation and destruction. That moment of being, in which everything existed, was a moment of grace. Within it, the whole exists constantly and everything is all right just the way it is. There, one can rest.”

Michal Dayan