Mirang Wonne
I hold a torch lit with flame and look at the surface of the stainless steel mesh. It is blank, but I see colors and reflections already there.
I start to draw with flame, as if I am doing calligraphy with sumi ink. The bright tip of the torch seems to be alive. The fire pulls me into its own universe. I am not sure whether I am holding the torch or whether the tip of the flame is holding me.
Fire is moving freely from the center to the edges or from top to bottom, making incredibly free lines. One by one, irregular lines form, overlapping one on top of the other, doubling existing lines and making burnt holes. I see giant petals moving along the breeze, disappearing into mist and fog, and then blooming again in the bright California sunlight. I hear the symphony of nature, of freedom and passion, of life.
To me, life is incredibly beautiful. In spite of our daily struggles and failures and sorrows, I still find the gift of nature to be eternally sweet.
Mirang Wonne, artist
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