Papañca — this is how in Buddhism they call the endless stream of thoughts, similar to a self-reproducing garland. This term accurately describes what sometimes prevents me from falling asleep. Thoughts arise in my head, one after another, without any apparent reason or logical connection. Often they repeat themselves, looping in an endless cycle.
Most of them are colored by negative emotions — it's anxiety about the past, regrets about mistakes, worries about the future, and unfulfilled tasks. When this whirlwind of thoughts begins its dance before bedtime, I mentally call it papañca. And strangely enough, simply being aware of and naming this process helps to break the vicious circle and calm the mind.

Black clay | 41 х 35 х 26 cm | 2024