I got to know her much better, with her husband Jorge, as a neighbor in the Georgetown area of Seattle, where we both lived in the decrepit old Horton Bank Building. This was many years before Georgetown had become a tony safe haven for upscale artists and bohos. We had many good times together, talking art and trash, and sharing a meal now and then. I remember one night in particular, when her friend Taylor Mead, the poet and former Warhol superstar, was in town doing a reading at the U.W. Afterwards we took him on a tour of Seattle’s discos and rap joints.

Fire was a long time collaborator with her husband Jorge, producing a large body of work. A website commemorating some of this collaboration’s donation to The Dyersburg State Community College can be seen here, along with some of her collage work. She and Jorge also designed and executed the beautiful paintings on the I-5 Freeway supports on Jackson Street in the International District in Seattle.

Fire and Jorge had lived many different places, “Spain, Brazil, Bolivia, Peru, Crete, equatorial Africa, Mexico and Seattle,” according to the obituary in her hometown newspaper. She and Jorge returned to her family home in West Tennessee during her later years. When she learned of her impending death she said characteristically “After I got over crying, I got kind of happy about it. It was special. Everyone is going to die and I felt that I got an invitation.” For a fuller quote, see the obituary from Dyersburg State Gazette. Rest easy Fire.