Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Wrestling with The Angel

On Wednesday, October 30th at 6:30 pm K. breathed their last breath. An advanced form of cancer had metastasized all over K‘s body,  and by the time it was known that care was needed, it was too late.  K. was someone I’d known for many, many years and even though we had not had contact as often as we should’ve, I’d like to think we were close.  

I hear people say in response to grief, “You’ll feel better as time goes by.” Even though there is some truth to that, that lingering feeling of loss never seems to go away. It only takes a certain item or memento to bring back a flood of memories. It gets harder to shake that melancholy off as one gets older. Natural pessimist that I am, my fondest memories are usually vague or not as clear, even if I look at photos of those moments which I shared with K. Maybe I’m trying to block out unfavorable memories, unconsciously. Nevertheless, there is symbolic power in that loss of someone close, or even if the relation was not that close. It’s like the news that some pop icon passed away in recent years. It affects our psyche at some level. It’s the end of an era and it lets us know that it’s time to grow up; stand on our own whether we’re ready or not.  

Talking about the loss of loved one doesn’t seem to relieve grief either. It only intensifies the loss and a form of anger comes back. It reveals how helpless and utterly powerless we all are.  Grief is like going into a fierce battlefield with only butter knife in hand.  It’s a sure losing battle. Oddly, though, there is the relentless urge to let others know that you’ve been wounded, even though it’s the loved one who no longer with us. When I heard the news, the initial shock dissipated and was soon replaced by the urge to let others know the situation. It’s as if the weight of the burden was too much to carry on my own; I needed to unload it. I am much appreciative to those who have responded kindly to this deeply personal and tragic news.  

If I had the chance to ask K.  a question, it would be 

“Did you have a full life?  Did you feel like you had satisfying life? “  

Life certainly is not to be taken for granted. I know that sounds cliché, but we ought to live each day as a gift. I’m still very much affected by this news but the consolation of K. passing is that one battle and suffering is over.   

Monday, September 2, 2019

Ageless Skies

(Following post is in reference to online art exhibit at artist’s official site .)
When I look up into the skies, I’m thinking things like how and what it would have been like for the Wright brothers’ first airplane flight. What did Amelia Earhart see in the skies which possessed her to become first female aviator in the world? We look up into the skies: some might tell what the weather is going to be like, others would stargaze for leisure. 

In general, I’m interested in experiences and stories of how people have lived, throughout different places and times. It fascinates me to think the same stars and skies were gazed at and studied by historical figures like Galileo or Ptolemy. 

In this series, images are depicted symbolically like the cave paintings of Lascaux. Images here are used as a form of communication and drawn with chalk on blackboard though they are not intended to convey a message. The drawings were erased after being recorded digitally. Just like sending a message in a bottle, I wanted this process to be temporary and ephemeral.
It’s impossible to relive pivotal moments in life and that’s why the true form of art, i.e. the beauty of nature, when we recognize them remain only in one’s mind. Ageless skies can only exist in memories because our days are numbered, and one day we will carry those memories to our graves. 

-Yukio Kevin Iraha

Thursday, August 1, 2019

Life with Mikey

Monday, July 1, 2019

(im)Permanent Trees

Reference to Online Art Exhibit at www.yukiokeviniraha.com

I began noticing nature carefully since moving to rural part of the country. When I lived in city, I took nature for granted. I don’t think I ever truly appreciated the beauty of nature.    

In this series, I tried to express the transient aspect of nature. Needless to say, the depicted images of tress are symbolic and rhetorical. I intentionally arranged sculptural pieces as “props” and documented them as temporary installations to emphasize impermanency. Two-dimensional works can be seen as either temporary or more permanent depending on the individual beholder 

​While trees come in many shapes and sizes, I saw them as a metaphor for different stages in life. Some are at the beginning stage of life, whereas others are at end.  Regardless of which stages the tree is in, its characteristics and strengths are no doubt beautiful. 

​-Yukio Kevin Iraha 

Thursday, June 6, 2019

Techno Hoax

Somethings are easy to tell if they are a lie, whereas others may be difficult to tell.  Deceptions come in many different forms. As technologies have become ever more sophisticated and easily available, we’ve allowed ourselves to be duped at any moment in time. When new information becomes available, whether on social media, news forums, or on search engines, our antennae go up and it seems like they need to be constantly kept up.  

For example, what if I wrote that I had chance to visit one of my favorite planets, Pluto, with my wife and we stayed in a giant fish bowl? Unless this was written for a science fiction novel, the chance of this story being true is very slim. On the other hand, if I write that my wife and I had a chance to visit Staten Island and saw the Statue of Liberty, the probability of the statement being true is very high.  

I suppose the next phase of technological advancement could be better forms of verification. To verify whether my wife and I actually visited Pluto or Staten Island, verifier would need to beam themselves up physically to my location, like-you-know-which TV show. Then document, fingerprint us and put a stamp on it that a statement is true. However, whether I would receive them or not is entirely another matter.  

-Yukio Kevin Iraha  

Sunday, May 26, 2019

Exquisitely Burned

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 

Monday, May 13, 2019


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