An array of carved flames swirl at its base, dancing upwards. The raging fires of existence, chaos and every dark hour that ever found us. But like the phoenix, rising from the ashes, wild and free above flickering flames; individually created feathers, possessing detail inside and out, emerge from the flames, like soft sculptures, outstretched and in flight, reaching for the heavens... and so we rise, in an Ascent Victorious
