FUNGI

Varying Sizes / Glazed Ceramics / 2025-ongoing

They emerge from shadow, slow and deliberate, as if remembering the shape of light. Neither plant nor animal, they carry the logic of elsewhere — soft geometry, damp symmetry. Their skins gleam with moisture, a breath caught between soil and air. Caps unfold like the gesture of a hand, revealing gills that read the humidity of the world. Each one a solitary cosmos, pulsing with quiet urgency.

They rise, perfect and perishable, unbothered by the brevity of their bloom. In their posture there is something human — a reaching, a listening — yet their language is mineral, microbial, ancient.

To witness them is to stand before a paradox: creatures that are barely here, yet utterly present. They do not seek our gaze, but once seen, they remain —bright apparitions of hunger, beauty, and rot.

photos © Jerzy Goliszewski