I cut our paper dinner with a pair of scissors borrowed from the front desk of the hotel. I cooked with a spice rack box of crayons — sixteen colors. I seasoned the pumpkin pie with orange crayon, and basted the turkey's crisp skin in brown. I was remorseless with my sketchbook abattoir, playing the part of carnivore just as surely as I was play-acting the role of wife. I may as well have been a wax figure in a dollhouse eating the wax-scented food. Jalina Mhyana
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The use of crayons to make food is a common practice. When crayons are used, the food is more colorful and tastes better. This makes it enjoyable for children to eat. The artist is using his imagination to make this meal more enjoyable, but he is also showing us how he feels about the experience. He is able to use his imagination to create a meal that tastes good, but he is also drawing attention to himself, just as much as he is drawing attention to the food.

Source: Dreaming In Night Vision: A Story In Vignettes

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