Art Stories: Fire Lake

The night was a blaze as the moon flamed above the earth, so close. How was it on fire? I thought. Pink, red, orange. On this night, the moon was like fire in a ball rather than the white, shinny moon that usually lite up the night sky. 

The water laid still giving no thought to the fire in the sky. Hot or cold, white or on fire, was of no concern to the water. 

But perhaps it should of been.

I flew to the center, drawn like a moth to the flame. It was hot and then, as I reached the middle, it was not. there was the moon, small and unnoticed in the pool of fire, but still there, in tact. I looked back at the water below, the fire around me, as I landed on the moon.

My first fire moon walk would be my last, and it was glorious.

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People see different things when they look at art. Art is definitely subjective. I love how one person will love a piece and another person will detest it. Art is fascinating to me.

Same with writing, one person can love a book and think it's the best thing ever written, while another person will hate it. Tolkien broke every rule of writing when he wrote The Lord of the Rings, critics butchered LOTR because of it, and yet, it's a master piece.

I love to feel inspired, I want to always cultivate that in me and in others.

This is the first in a series of "Art Stories". This is a little creative writing project I'm doing here on the blog, for myself but also for you if you would like to participate.

I will post a piece of art work I've done and/or other people have done and then immediately use my imagination to create a story inspired by the art work.

I would love it if you would also play along, tell me what you see in the art work,  or what it inspires in you, then write a short piece or a long piece, and post it in the comments. 

Let your imagination go, no limits, I don't censor and neither should you.

Try it, "come on a take a free ride" you may be surprised what's in there wanting to get out.

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