The flowering of the Mushroom Cafe, organically unfolding, revealing a visual frenzy, opened flood gates for a perfect storm of new sacred space, a tiny Sistine Chapel dedicated to mycelium in celebration of the undeniable web of life.
I am a lover of adventure and collaboration and so I loved the ultimate invitation posed by Allyson Grey and Alex Grey during a painting workshop. They asked Randal Roberts and myself if we would consider continuing the Mushroom Cafe mural with them. What an honor. It was the first time that we were to all paint together on the same piece, and it was beyond awesome. We each chose a different spot to focus on, put on some good music and went to town, Mushroom town. We were the mushrooms, turning on our light lattice webs to activate this very privileged wall.
This was just the beginning. The mural spread, as good healthy mycelium will, reaching out through the heart rays of Jon Ohia who begin curating more spores of the Visionary tribe. He invited artists to come tap into this special art garden and leave some of their substance to add to this story of the Mushroom Café at CoSM. With many moons come and gone since then, the garden is blossoming into a unique treasure. It is something born of many, something representing the nature of mycelium, and the mico-micro-macro cosmos of our reality. The mural is something sacred, something incredible, something born from a collective dance.
It’s our interconnectivity with All. We are the mushrooming flowers of the great blossoming of humanity, painting with the nectar of our hearts as we commune with the common source of blissful creative genius. This is still just the beginning…