The Fire and the Flames

Earlier today we went to Florian's house in west Dawson for meal and a percussion session, and just to chill around. He's got a nice log cabin. Anyway, on the way back he noticed that the car was making funny sounds, but we still drove down towards dawson. About a kilometer away from the Yukon riverbank, Florian looks out the window, stops the car on the road and "GET OUT" he says. I couldn't find the handle to the door, so I had to wait until Sophie and France (got caught in the doorhandle and had to be pulled out by Florian) got off on the driver side. We jumped out and ran away as the car and the ground beneath it glowed orange and flickered, and bits of frame fell into the snow under the vehicle and lit in cinders. After a while, Florian crept back up to it in the ditch, looked underneath, and came back. We waited, not knowing if it would explode but the fire gave out. Florian explained that the gas tank had been leaking onto the exhaust and the heat finally lit up the fuel.

He offered to take us into Dawson anyway, but France suggested that we walk, so we walked down and took pictures and crossed Florian on the ice, he on his ATV heading back out of town.

Coming home I didn't really know what to draw into my sketchbook, and finally decided to do that scene. When Sophie saw it she told me that it should be a creative response, so it will be one. Car burning with wildlife scenery and Dawson lights in the distance, Ink, watercolor and ballpoint pen. By SpearHead.