Chameleon Magazine

The second image was born from the first. Where the original drawing represented the spark—the explosive, unknowable beginning of everything—this piece imagined what followed: the fire, the light, the force that gave warmth and life. It asked a simple but profound question—what came next?

From that question emerged the sun. Not just a star in the sky, but the symbol of energy, movement, growth, and life itself. The image radiates with purpose: at the center, an abstract sun, ringed by eye-like petals—watchful, fertile, eternal. The patterns suggest motion and consciousness, as if the universe has begun to see.

Once again, the bumblebee appears—now smaller, tucked within the light, subtly present. In the story of imagination, she is both witness and participant in this cosmic unfolding.

This artwork inspired the poem Sunburst, a lyrical reflection on the birth of light and its journey through space and time. The sun becomes a character—a dancer, a traveler, a dreamer—casting light across the cosmos, giving meaning to the bumblebee’s flight and to our own place within the story.

Together, the spark and the flame show how imagination builds upon itself. One thought becomes a question. One image becomes a world.

Sunburst

Into the darkness of the night, I’m sure I saw a different light. Into the universe was born, a light that shone into the dawn. It shone so bright it lit the tree, that’s where I saw the bumblebee. 

It danced, it jumped, it sang with glee, cause it was happy to be free. We need the light to shine so bright and light our way throughout the night. Without the light what would we see, would we see the bumblebee. 

She shines so bright, she doesn’t know, the world around her all a glow. They say she comes from far away, she travelled a long way to stay. She keeps us warm when we are cold and lights the night as it unfolds.

She sparkles and she lights the sky, I wonder if she ever cries. Round and round she flies so fast, I wonder if her dream will last. As she races past the tree, she fails to see the bumblebee. She dances round us with a smile, I think she’ll go a million miles. 

As she spins she gives of light that travels quickly through the night. It travels fast, it travels far, the light shines brightly in the stars. As it goes, it spins as well, it’s something that you can not tell. Round and round it spins and flies and no one knows if it will die.