The Spirit of Amanita – Smokey Rose A2 size

Quality Fine Art Fairytale print on Vintage Paper.

“…A whisper came from the dark pine forest.

Where all the other trees are bare in the coldest season of the year, their needles remain green.

They give us their pine cones to connect us with the wood and forestspirits.

I saw the little bone collectors shuffling among the forestfloor, with their little snouts and beady eyes… gleaming tails that curled around the skin of the creatures that had emerged from their hidden kingdom underground beneath my feet..

These tiny beings, magic mushrooms, flesh of the old Gods, they talk to the roots of pines, oaks and cedars. But I was only looking for their Queen. I could feel her deep down beneath me… poisonous fly algaric with your pale orange to deep red cloak with irregular moonwhite spots speckled upon you. You are deadly…beautiful.

And just before I was about to get up from the mossy forest floor, the soft whisper grew louder, the wind suddenly seemed to come from all directions and I heard her voice.

The Spirit of Amanita Muscaria appeared to me. Two huge darkgolden brown eyes looked at me through the evergreens, with the longest lashes I’d ever seen…

“Fly with me!” she said and we flew over snowy treetops in a dizzying flight accompanied by thousands of twinkling winter stars in a velvety black night.

At some point I realized that we were no longer in the air but deep down underground. Intertwined in a neverending quiet web. Electric thin twinkling wires
like the iridescent wings of the dragonfly, exploring the mysteries of life together.

Oh Amanita Muscaria you scared me, humbled me and showed me divine beauty.

You taught me that we are all part of the same story, interwoven into this great cosmic web of dark and light…”