Like Famous Fungi, these mandalas came from the same love of hunting mushrooms in Northern California's coastal forests and the same hands-on process of arranging them. But instead of pairing them with faces, I let the mushrooms speak entirely for themselves—repeating, rotating, building outward until something clicked.

There's no formula here, no grid or template. The natural shapes informed everything. I just kept arranging until the composition felt right, until it had that hypnotic, almost spiritual quality that mandalas are known for—but earthier, weirder, more alive.