It’s all burning inside, greater than a fickle flame in darkness—-brighter than glowing embers of logs turning to ash. Setting the old, the hurts, the negative a blaze, celebrating what once was but is no longer…From smoke, from ashes, from darkness, from ruin is where beauty rises—-where it lives. A blank canvas, a new beginning, a chance to manifest love, to create something light that allows you to feel safe. After the ashes comes me. Writing, making music, painting, creating, feeling, seeing, believing, being…This is what deciphers who I am. Art is me. Art defines me, I don’t define it.