Real mushrooms disappear in days. These don't.
It started on a walk through wet grass in Vietnam, the morning after rain, when the ground turns silver with mushrooms that will collapse by the weekend. Fungi are some of the strangest, oldest organisms on earth, and some of the most fleeting. A cap can rise overnight and vanish within days, leaving nothing behind.
Every piece here is an attempt to hold onto one of those mornings. A real species, studied up close, then rebuilt slowly by hand in polymer clay, never cast, never repeated on purpose. What comes out the other side is closer to a small sculpture than a decoration, the kind of thing a mushroom-obsessed friend would stop mid-sentence to look at.
If your shelf already holds too many field guides, or you stop to photograph every mushroom you pass on a hike, this studio was built for people like you.