The Inner Gaze Toward the Stars Crochet and reflection heal me; perhaps they heal you too. Years ago, a mandala expert—an artist who had specialized her entire body of work in them—gave me a piece made with wax crayons. It featured a circular motif showing a pupil gazing from within the body toward the stars in outer space. She gave it to me, she said, so that I would never forget that everything we have inside is also outside, and that everything is connected. That painting

"Descubre el patrón del Cuello Valborg y la historia ancestral tras esta fiesta sueca. Una reflexión sobre la agencia material, el crochet y el cambio personal."

It seems trivial, doesn’t it? For many, art is something that could—or even should—be dispensed with. Something superficial and worthless that contributes nothing to our technological society. For others, it represents an elitist value or possession, a luxury for a minority that feels worthy of privilege in a meritocratic world. However, the true artist and the true admirer of art do not care for social classes; they care for the exaltation of emotions , the senses, and the