Recently, a gathering of kind humans took to the blistering, high desert to gather for a flowtastic conference of fire and fun, a smoldering pow-wow deep in the howling wilderness where kindred spirits can unite beneath a godless sun.
The second annual IgNight Fire Flow Conference summoned the fire-wielding forces from afar to offer a sanctuary of sorts, a place free from hissed whispers and prickly laughs. A place where one can safely grow at the edges.
Out there in the dead heat of summer, only the boldest of ardent explorers convene to seek inspiration and to pore over the teeming schedule of classes.
The three day affair commenced with a opening ceremony of the fire community's finest gifting us with a performance fitting for those who favor the flare and flames.
Local artists clad in fireproof corporate suits, and wielding flaming portfolios and saddlebags, took to fabricating a bit of mockery to the demanding lifestyles expected of the masses in this day and time.
Here, the Macbook carrying and iPod toting members of UniFier Collektive and Fire Groove set out to grapple the daily grind of modern day living.
To escape the hustley-bustley ways of industrial living, these kindled artists paid proper allegiance to the age of innocence with tales of misspent youth. Only these were no ordinary tales, these were childhood fables set ablaze.
The Little Mermaid™
A ginger-haired, siren maiden of the fiery sea served to remind us the lesson of following your dreams by breaking boundaries, even if they're flaming boundaries.
A whole new burn atop a magical, flying fire carpet! Lore has it that the cinder tapestry was swindled shortly after the weekend. Make certain to check the skies above for a burning, intricate, runaway rug.
Little Red Riding Hood™
Seems our red-caped, fire-eater is "everything that a big, bad wolf could want".
Snow White and the Seven Dwarves™
Getting their Hi-ho on while the bass drops.
Beauty and the Beast™
Here Lumière, the French candlestick, with his fine collection of dancing bone china and household servants 'lit' up the stage welcoming all to "Be their Guest" just moments before the floor opened up to freestyle fire spinning.
The warmest of welcomes indeed.
As the night fell, a wild rumpus unfolded onto the fire playground.
Swarms of red-nosed spinners danced together with flames and smoke as fiercely talented DJ's kept the night jumping.
It's not everyday that one can rollick beneath the skies and fire clouds above,
...and learn the sort of things that only a Djedi knows.
Having lost all my spider senses, I succumbed to the heat-sinking missile, but fortunately there were good humans and curdled reinforcements back at the camp. Yes, eleven rockstar, milk goods made the sweltering journey just to be a part of a cheese bar for our leading night.
By daylight, the eventgoers traipsed about the steamy grounds to attend yoga, flow, and a grand assortment of sensational, inspirational classes.
The fiercely talented Anna Maltese, a real sharp, street-howitzer, archer taught us the tricks of flame throwing, via bow and arrow.
There was an endless sea of white gas to meet the needs of the ambitious fire masses.
The sweltering star in the sky above eventually set behind the mountaintops. As the black of night fell, the evenings were blanketed with the glow that only the heart-happy know.
A handful of clever lads and lasses even harnessed the stirring energy of that giant star to illuminate their solar-powered campsites beneath the Milky Way and the Andromeda skies above.
A beautiful, heart-stirring event amongst beautiful people.
Oh thank you IgNight, you'll never now how much you feed my hungry, burning heart.