From our eyes birth stars, or maybe it's the other way around, and we are starlight, the souls of stars. We should be stellar all the time, stars are what we become, whole universes if we care to try. A billion tiny tongues of flame flickering in the infinite.
Here's a film genesis from the collective unconscious, a fire mythago. Imagery was collected through extreme slow motion fire dance with a phantom camera. The silver dancing of my friend Emerald Dove and the cinematography talents of my friend David Wright helped create this gift. Thank you.