Sometimes we get caught up in the behind the back isolations and 6 wicked fire ropes that we forget how truely poignant fire can be.
Yesterday I helped put together a memorial for the victim of a totally senseless
murder in New York City.
It was an honor being able to contribute by spinning fire along the precession from the church to where she was slain.
When we got to the location a chalk outline of the victim was drawn and we laid some lamp oil soaked kevlar rope over the outline. Her Finacee poured whitegas over it and lit some dried flowers, which in turn, lit the pool of whitegas and her chalk outline. This particular picture doesn't really do it the fire justice because it's later on in the burn.
I've never seen fire burn quite like that. Rather than burning upwards, the rope burned inwards creating spirals of flames rising up from her silhouette. It was absolutely spiritual.
After having done clubs and parites and freestyle fire gatherings, doing something like this was so much more meaningful.
I was honored to have had the opportunity.
Stay safe everyone.