This reminds me of a caving trip I took in West Virginia with some church group when I was fifteen. We were wearing these helmets with chemically powered lanterns attached to them. There was a tiny hole in the center of the reflector. Gas shot out of this hole and it was lit to produce a very thin, intense flame an inch or so long.
Anyway, I was climbing along behind this girl with long, frizzy blond hair. Apparently, I must have leaned over a bit too far, because when I looked up, a strand of her hair was going up just like a fuse. Kinda like in your picture.
So I started slapping her on the back of the head to put out the fire. Naturally, this produced some puzzled exclamations from the girl in question. I informed her that I was just putting out her hair and that she should shut up and climb.
That is WICK! (haha, sorry, I just had to say that, but I really do think it's wick. I love the idea, it's so imaginitive, and it has this old-fashioned feel about it - I think it's her clothing, but young and fresh at the same time - due to the espression in the girl's eyes.) Very, very nice.
iīve been gifted all those dwarf candles but i always cast them away because i donīt want to burn them.it`s really gruesome to look at when the face finally starts to melt.and then the body, arms, fingers, legs and finally the toes.