There is always a sudden moment of leisure when people take a moment to ponder. Sometimes it’s looking into the distance, sometimes it’s looking down and meditating. It’s as if many things have been settled over time and then the brain has to sort out the logic. It reminds me of Dumbledore’s meditation basin that I saw in the Harry Potter films earlier. His thoughts drifted into the basin as a thousand wisps. So I felt that meditation was fickle and inscrutable. It is a soft mist of intertwined threads, a dream-like psychedelic space. At times blurred, at times clear and penetrating.
Therefore I think that the place for contemplation should tend more towards a solid colour blank, or a bright and spacious space, only then can the infinite reverie of people be brought into play.