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I’ve always dreamed of painting with fire— lash the canvas with embers, watch the smoldering orange spread, chasing white into flame— before my chaos dies into silence. It feels natural, this need to see my art burn— they’re not complete, not before the charred ink is bathed in heat. I paint with alcohol then ignite— so my work is no longer just raven lines on pale paper; so I can burn with the words— and live as silence.

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Date: 6/13/2025 1:19:00 PM
interesting, painting with fire...the last 3 lines are striking
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Jasmine Tsai
Date: 6/13/2025 10:13:00 PM
Thank you :) Fire can be a strikingly beautiful element in life... It's dangerous and all-consuming, but it also brings warmth and color to what's once still on paper...

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