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introspective watercolour, full bodied kyoto figures; side glance; wet on wet; mycelium threads of red fungi with white polkadots fused with labyrinth background; expressive; figure; form; impression; translucent; additive; influence of Gottfried Helnwein and Ali Cavanaugh; seeing the soul in a finite moment of infinity. vulnerable but steadfast; organic and loose; ghostly realism, Yayoi Kusama's colorful polkadot dresses & Takashi Murakami's cute skull & pagoda in park as background.
Dreaming in the Mushroom Garden of Zen
The air hums—
spores drift like forgotten prayers,
soft explosions of velvet and dust,
a slow ballet of decay and birth.
The earth exhales:
umber caps swell into half-formed worlds,
their gills whispering in a language of damp and shadow,
while roots twist unseen, knitting silence into the dark.
I kneel—
my fingers graze a stem,
and the whole forest trembles:
time blurs into a watercolor of rust and gold,
the scent of loam rises like a monk’s chant,
the boundary between skin and soil dissolves.
This garden is a mind unfurling—
thoughts sprout, ghostly and transient,
some collapsing before they are fully born,
others stretching toward a light that never quite arrives.
What is it to dream here?
To be neither root nor sky,
but the space between—
a breath held too long,
a spore suspended in amber air,
a question swallowed by the mycelium’s endless net.
When I wake,
the mushrooms remain,
patient and mute.
They do not care for answers,
only the slow, inevitable work
of turning absence
into something
almost alive.
