Mycelium Melt

Where woodland streams run swift and deep,

The forest stirs from ancient sleep.

Orange caps begin to weep,

Their spores released in silent sweep.

The mycelium melts with quiet grace,

Its visions drift through time and space.

And those who linger near this place

May feel the world shift — and slow in pace.

Acrylic on cradled wood panel 

Size: 420x300mm

Date: 2024

Unframed/ sides painted dark

Ready to hang or be framed

 Please note: The framed images are for illustrative purposes only. The painting is sold unframed.