Burn My Throat #385

Prompt: A woman's throat marked with dark veins of ash beneath the skin, her eyes reflecting burning embers, ash collecting in the corners of her mouth. Creative Process: The neck became my canvas that night, a living memorial to those who speak through flame. watched as the shadows of the dead crept up from beneath pale skin, their messages manifesting in bursts of orange light against the twilight blue. they always leave their marks - these conversations with the departed are never without cost. The inspiration arose from memories of throat-singing shamans in tuva, but reimagined through the lens of controlled immolation. there's something devastatingly intimate about the way fire marks its vessels, how it claims territory inch by inch until the messages are complete. this piece was about that moment of surrender, when the medium accepts that each word from beyond will scar..