Oh, the rhythm of creativity is an interesting phenomenon. Things can sit on a shelf for months, like the pink silk 'blossoms' I began many moons ago, and then, BOOM! Like a match being struck (literally in this case) the eureka moment occurs.
I can't pinpoint what made me think to set light to this work, but when it hit, I knew it must happen immediately. Where are the matches?! Will the lighter we use to start the gas cooker work better?! I know, walk around the corner to B&Q and buy a fire lighter, NOW!
Standing over the kitchen sink with flames bursting from my small silk pieces was the most fun I've had with my work in a while. Perhaps it was because there was a slight element of danger involved or maybe it was the thrill of the burst of a new idea in action.
Whatever. It was a combustible, creative combination. :)