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FaeNix
We see me, the artist holding a painting of a Phoenix, a friend is smiling impishly in the corner of the frame. The painting is a FaeNix Phoenix, a symbol that held the many roles already fulfilled in my life, wings painted like eyes, feathers were sewing patterns sprayed with a glitter adhesive for stiffness and then sewn onto the canvas itself. We can see the words Woman and Mother as some of the roles seen. We see hands moving over canvas, candles being adhered to the canvas, the details of the painting being seen by only candlelight in a darkened room. Then we see the FaeNix hanging from a ladder, outside, there is snow in the ground, it is Imbloc and my sweet red headed angel of a friend will be burning the FaeNix so that I can just watch and absorb the Magick I made. We see two people filming and Huntur is grinning impishly again. We see them flick a lighter and begin lighting the candles on the FaeNix. And then she burns. The FaeNix burns and burns until all that is left the frame of the painting, a corner still has a few flames left alight. Magick!
