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This piece is a response to the poem "Demons in the Fire" written by my Word and Image partner Deb Simmons:
Demons in the Fire
When it’s dark outside
And I can’t sleep
I steal downstairs
And watch the flames.
I will my demons
To savor the logs
Compress themselves in
The grains of wood.
My fire curls tight and
Whips with force,
In swirls and spirals;
It twists up the chimney.
The heat from the fire
turns demons to ash;
then I climb back upstairs
and sleep.
Sometimes we're faced with truths that are hard to accept. Other times, we realize something that is actually pleasant. I've been pushing myself to get this series done in a short amount of time because I've been invited to show my work at the Bay City Arts Center in December and I wanted a body of new work. It's amazing how exhausting it is to be creative under a deadline. At the same time, when things shape up nicely like her face did today, it is also amazing to realize how much I love it.