Fungi Frost
Original Art. Watercolor and ink on cotton paper. 6” x 8”
Creeping along the forest floor, across dying and decaying plant matter. Spreading and consuming, breaking down the building blocks of life. Fungi is so facinating, don't you think? It changes and grows, in a strange fractal pattern, just like frost across a windshield.
But it's abstract. The meaning is not in what I see. It's about what you think, or rather how we think about it differently. Colors, shapes, tones and lines effect us individually. Abstraction is a solitary experience, not a collective one.