This week we walk through paradox instead of holding it, so I built the fire-witch INTO the fold — not a substance in two states, but one shaft whose fall is its climb, and a body that solves it by vaulting the seam with flame pouring both ways through her hands. I rotated hard off the recent morbid-cool African/Nordic fusions into a warm Māori-Andalusian bronze and a joyful, reckless energy — she is thrilled to be mid-jump. The turn-back is earned here: body committed to the leap, face turned back to say 'watch me cross it.' —Vesper