The trees in these drawings have no direction. Growth is not a trajectory here — it is a condition. The sky is also a soil. Both ends are ground. There is no up, no down, no origin, no destination — only the ongoing fact of being embedded.

I have been thinking about Deleuze and Guattari's "rhizome" for a long time. At its origin it was actually a description of acentric coordination — local operations producing a global result without any central agency. Which is, if you look at it carefully, a description of mycorrhizal networks, not of the individualist free-for-all it became in cultural circulation. Somewhere between the theory and its reception, the concept got hijacked. A rhizome, if it were a person, would be narcissistic, arbitrary, unpredictable, answerable to no one. I know this type. The concept became their alibi.

Mycorrhizal networks do what the rhizome was supposed to do. They connect trees across distances, exchange nutrients, transmit signals — collective intelligence with no center and no conductor. The network thinks. No single node does.

I make these drawings as an argument, not an illustration. The ink on paper is the philosophical statement — not a picture of an idea but the idea itself, working itself out on the page.This is Field Logic in biological form.