Every day I build and reinforce my artistic practice. I spend countless hours in my studio laboring over work, repeating motions day in and day out. I go home to sleep for too few hours every night and I light a candle before bed. The flame guides me to sleep. I have built a space for comfort and restoration. I take time to dismantle and dissect the flame, sit with it, and meditate. With time I can see and feel a green aura of pure energy radiating off of the flame. Oranges, reds, yellows, and blues, hug a black wick glowing red. The deconstructed flame sprawled across my floor threatened to burst and plead to be put back together. I built my flame.