This painting is about the journey to the fire, and God within it. Prophets have told of this fire. Moses with the burning bush, and the pillar of fire that leads Gods children. Joseph Smith tells of this fire, as he sees God face to face.
Prophets of God are just people. They are flawed, and they fail. When you read their history, their flaws are evident and pronounced. They are like us.
The journey of a prophet is just like our journey. It seems that it is never easy, and there is always suffering, pain, and failure. There is always a lack of surety, and journey into the darkness.
In this journey there is fire, suffering, pain, wonder, light. Each prophet endures a sacred fire; simultaneously fearful and wondrous. Like the blacksmith’s fire, it is a cleansing and a softening. It prepares us for shaping.
The shaping is never easy, but if we open our heart to it, there is a certain wonder in it. When we journey toward the light, with that wonder in our mind, we seek out the mysteries of life. We seek for the divine, for God.