I was lost in somewhere in the Sahara desert, seeing nothing but an eternal dune. I can't remember how long I had been wandering, but I was drenched with sweat from the sun hoping to find a town soon so I could find relief from the extreme thirst. Just then, I passed out and fell into the sea of ochre.
When I woke up from what it seemed like eternity, there I saw an angel staring down at my face with my head on her lap. She was holding a glass of water gesturing me to have a sip. I drank water like there was no tomorrow and revived quickly. Her rescue must have been God sent and I felt I had died and gone to heaven; if this was a dream I sure didn't want to wake up.
Then I heard a voice. "Sir, sir." When I sat up to see where the voice was coming from, there stood a big fat burning candle just few feet away from me. I had not noticed anything around me at the time I fell, but now there's talking burning candle trying to get my attention. Also the voice sounded very familiar. "You need to pick up some art supplies, specifically miniature canvases. Then you need to paint me," the candle blurted. As soon as the initial shock wore off, I realized it was the voice of my former high school art teacher, Mr. T. Thus came the title of this art theme: Exquisitely Burned.
-Yukio Kevin Iraha
Recently I’ve become interested in how and what people used to eat in history, in a different culture. I’m not by any means a foodie, but what got me curious was watching a movie called, “Woman in the Moon.” This is a silent film, directed by Fritz Lang, and made in late 1920s. I’ll not go into a synopsis, but for those who are interested, you can look it up on online.
The movie begins when a scientist visits a former professor in a shabby apartment. He offers a sandwich to the professor who had not had anything to eat for days. This was my learning moment, because I had never seen open faced sandwich before. The main character spreads butter on what seems like either French or rye bread, layers on prosciutto, and offers this to the professor. What a simple and yet appetizing delicacy. It fascinates me because, being brought up in a rice culture, bread was very foreign to me, let alone sandwiches. Now it is not as unfamiliar as when I was a kid but scenes like this still catch my curiosity.
Yes, I was tempted to try open faced Big Mac, but somehow that doesn’t seem right.
-Yukio Kevin Iraha