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