





A speculative drawing echoing a conversation with a maker of stuffed fungi among other figurines from the herbarium. If I had to put eyes on a fungus, it would be at the tip of mycelium’s filaments that foray into the soil in search of nutrients. Fungi’s gaze searches the underground out of cellular sentience. As humans we experience the world through our senses, similarly to animals we relate to eyes. Still, are fungi any less relatable because of their peculiar sentience?
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date
2022
media
oil pastel on paper
size
50 x 65 cm
© Carole Papion 2022
