“Oh!” The art. Katie had almost forgotten. “I do have some ideas. I think the name is of the place is so powerful, you know? It calls to me all the time. The phoenix is such a beautiful creature, this incredible symbol of power and resilience and rebirth and hope, and not like, rainbows and delusion hope, but real, earned, hard-won hope. I just see the phoenix as a noble, formidable character, beautiful and strong, rising from flame and ash… a beacon.”

When Katie talked about the idea, something inside of her was swelling and aflame; her eyes lit up; the hair rose on the back of her neck. It was extraordinary. She had to make this artwork. She just had to.