Showing posts with label what im up to. Show all posts
Showing posts with label what im up to. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Great Eats: Cabbage/Sauerkraut Soup


Oh, sauerkraut. Why are you so delicious? Most of the time I don't even ask, as I stand there, eating you right from the jar/can. You're just so good!

And calorie-free, which is no small thing - as at one point eating lots of sauerkraut soup helped me shed 70 pounds. And even now, it's such a simple thing - a handful of staples, not even thirty minutes on the stove and BAM, I have a huge pot of delicious, pungent, colorful soup that all together cost less than $5 to make.

It really can't be beat, and the ease of preparation seals the deal. Heavenly with sour cream, but vegan without and if the idea of so much sauerkraut is off-putting, try draining it or if you're so adamant, rinsing the delicious, delicious pickled cabbage.




Sunday, February 5, 2012

Great Eats: Tomato & Herb Risotto


Tomato & Herb Risotto
Mmm, risotto. This easy and endlessly adaptable dish has such a poor reputation. There is this image of toil and endless stirring, that is very far from the truth - this is a great grab-and-go dish that can be ready in less than 30 minutes, with hardly any prep-work or thought. It, of course, requires an iota of attention - like anything, but so long as you don't let it burn, you are guaranteed a hearty, flavorful side dish that's filling to be it's own meal.

Vegetarian and vegan too!

Inspired and adapted from Smitten Kitchen





Monday, January 16, 2012

Great Eats: Simple Cauliflower Curry


Oh, cauliflower. Such a humble vegetable. So unassuming and plain-looking, it is ever a staple in my home and yet whenever I get it, the poor thing just sits and sits and sits in my fridge, wilting, forgotten in the furthest corner. And only when all other colorful, tasty vegetables are consumed do I seem to "recall" and grudgingly pull it out and put it out of it's misery.

Which is a shame, because the humble cauliflower is capable of some great feats with a little help of the ever-miraculous coconut milk. Some Indian spices don't hurt either and when you put the three together, the results are always hearty, healthy and wholly pleasant.

As always, the spices make the ingredient list long - the rest is dead easy.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

On: My Big Art Sale, an Update


Silk-screened cards
Soon after coming back from Spain, I got a crazy idea - sign up for an art fair. I had no art ready, no supplies, but a lot of drive and inspiration and an endless supply of past-projects that I knew could be re-tooled for sale  in a flash.

Right away, I saw that I'd missed the deadlines of all the big shows by months but had just a few days to apply for Bucktown's 13th Holiday Art Show. So I did, got accepted, forked over a ton of cash and suddenly had to do something about that.

BUTTONS
And since then I've been accumulating projects and, when a smaller art sale suddenly popped up, I've been frantically buying supplies, printing, cutting, gluing, assembling and sleeping little and eating poorly. But it's all almost over. The BIG art show is this Saturday and Sunday and I am almost ready. If it were tomorrow, I'd be OK even. That in itself is a tremendous accomplishment for me and I am thrilled at the challenge this project has presented over the past 3 months.

Prints!
This weekend, I will have 25 8x10 prints, 40+ 5x7 prints, 80+ 4x6 prints, along with buttons, round and square magnets, magnet sets in gift tins, pins, bookmarks and silk-screened cards. It doesn't look like I'll have the book bags silk screened in time, but that's ok! There is plenty of other work ready for sale.

The best part, for me, is that I at last have arrived at a concept in which to wrap all this work. It has a name, a logo, and soon - an Etsy store and website. More on that when I get to it, maybe after the sale, maybe 2012.

Until then, I have just a backdrop to make, some risers to paint and maybe make more cards. Also Mom is driving in from Ohio to help me and that is a huge bonus and reward - I get to sell art, meet people, talk up myself AND hang out with my wonderful mother! Until then, I am taking it easy and thinking ahead. I got a lot done, but there's just as much still to do.





Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Great Eats: Fresh Herb Overload; a Pasta Sauce


Despite appearances, I don't eat Thai every night. There are days when I don't want my sinuses cleaned with chili, when I don't want to add another root vegetable to my palate. And as much as I enjoy curries of every color, sauerkraut remains a separate food group. Also, there are days when all I want is to sit back, throw some ingredients together and get back to a book, or a drawing, or some dumb online distraction.

Pasta is perfect for those days. My sauces are lazy, half-assed, a perfect thing to let sit and bubble away while I work on another illustration. The trouble is in getting a right mixture of flavors without overcrowding the best part - the pasta. In this, I don't always succeed, but this time I decided to take on a more academic approach to the sauce.

Simple but refined, it relies on the pungent flavors of fresh herbs that add so much life to any dish.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Back to Drawing




For any and every other illustrator, drawing, in some form, is a natural, expected thing that you do all the time, that is a simple requisite of your profession. For me, it's not so simple and drawing and I have this Lifetime-movie of a relationship, where drawing is my high school sweetheart, but I'm the one who makes a terrible mess, leaves dramatically, swears to never come back, but at the end returns humbled, with a Faith Hill song playing over the credits. This is how it was all through college for me, but now we're back together and although the credits may not roll any time soon, I have pages and pages of drawings for the first time in years and just maybe, I can call myself an illustrator again.

~V

Thursday, July 2, 2009

The Woman on the Bus


There was this woman on the bus. She had her son with her who was no more than six. Her skin was the color of brown silk - perfectly smooth, matte, unblemished and her eyes were like thin almonds, as though squinting, they tapered at each end and were accentuated with the most beautiful pair of folds at their ends that made them seem twice as long and gave her face a sense of endless serenity and wisdom. Her lips were full, sensual, accentuated by the slight protrusion of her jaws and her cheekbones were plump, sitting high under her eyes. She was beautiful.

With her hair covered by a simple black rag tied into a knot in the back, she wore a plain white collared shirt that must've been two sizes two big and grey sweatpants and by any white standard she was overweight. With no jewelry save a three stone band and no makeup, save lipgloss, she was still beautiful.

Even if dozens of generations removed, I had the image of this woman dressed in vivid kente cloth that may have been the uniform of her ancestors. I saw her belonging more elsewhere, than here, in Columbus, riding the bus with me and dozens others and her son.

"You gotta eat vegetables to be strong." she told him "Don't you want to be strong?" she asked and struck a bodybuilding pose. "Nuh-uh" was his expected bratty response to which she laughed, pulled him close and kissed him on the forehead. Such a simple exchange, but one that had the full potential of melting glaciers, steel and any other thing in sight. The warmth was palpable and the amount of love pouring out of this woman was overwhelming. Now, to remove an eyelash from her eye she closed her eyes, leaned forward and had him pull open her lids slightly and blow right on it. Not producing the desired effect, she laughed again, rubbing her eye, saying "You're supposed to get it out, not blow it back in!" She had him do it again, more gently. "There you go." Another hug, another kiss.

I could not help but think of myself with my mother when I was that age. We rode the bus back then too - could we have had a similar exchange? In a different place, and time, with different words, but with the same emotions. The thought was almost overwhelming.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

30 Second Review - Isabel Allende's "The House of the Spirits"


Isabel Allende's "The House of the Spirits" picked me up from it's first words and would not set me down until decades later, only after its characters lived out their lives, grew rich, then poor, survived wars and atrocities, had children and only after their children and grandchildren did the same. The book was irresistible. Sometimes tedious, but generally engrossing, fascinating and interwoven with the same brand of magic that broke my heart each time I completed a novel by Gabriel Garcia-Marquez, this novel shares with "100 Years of Solitude" the same uncanny ability to at once exist in the past and present, but never in the present. Like in "Solitude," Allende mentions, alludes and flat out states events that are not to happen for a hundred pages, but it never seems like a spoiler or as though she is giving anything away. Instead, the richness of the words that lead from point A to point B sustain the novel and its characters and the actual order of events is less important.

Overall, the book is far less dense and is much softer than Marquez' epic first novel and I can not help but say it is more feminine. This novel, Allende's first, is nonetheless written with the same breath as "100 Years of Solitude", and even though it stands alone with a multitude of its own merits and is of wondrous quality, the structure, the magic woven into it, the warm light that suffuses even its darkest pages and the way it cycles onto itself can not help but contribute to this comparison. Not to mention its story - that of several generations of a single family whose country is never named, but is an undeniable allegory for Chile.

A complex and convoluted story, "The House of the Spirits" is a pleasant, refreshing and rewarding read.

Friday, February 6, 2009

The Luck Factor - 30 Second Review


I generally roll my eyes at any book that promises to somehow make my life better. Whether it's my happiness, my sense of style or even my shape, I can't help but doubt it's intent. So then me picking up a book called "The Luck Factor" and subtitled: "Changing Your Luck, Changing Your Life: The Four Essential Principles" is unprecedented.

Considering it's cheesy game-show-worthy title and the fact that it's written by a former magician, even I am surprised that I liked it. The book is written to try to understand why some people are so fortunate in life while others are not. Lucky for it, it's not especially full of itself although it struggles to stretch limited material with graphs and charts and does believe it's advise is life-changing.

Essentially, though, I liked the book because it says that the luck you get in life rests on the effort you make to be open to opportunity and that simple attitudes and behaviors have life altering effects. I'm not exactly giving anything away here, and do not detract from the message of the book because it's common sense. Still, I was never aware of the severity of that thought and "The Luck Factor" did an excellent job putting everything in perspective. In fact, the book has inspired me to take a more proactive perspective on my life, and has made me realize just how lucky I have been so far.

So keep your chin up and smile more. :)

http://www.amazon.com/Luck-Factor-Richard-Wiseman/dp/0786869143

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

On why I the US Holocaust Museum was disappointing


While in Washington D.C. for the Inauguration, I had time to visit most of the museums the city is so well known for. One of them, was the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, which I thought was especially important to see, not only as a human being, but being both Russian and gay, I would have not only been deported and gassed, but most likely suffered the Nazis' worst medicinal experiments because, while Jews were barely human, for Nazis, gays were something far worse. Also, having heard my grandmother's stories of surviving the war, I simply HAD to go.

So I went.

And it was exactly what I had expected. A big, moving, space that tells one of humanity's darkest stories in a succinct, moving, and powerful way. It was an experience I was glad I had.

Still, I was disappointed, because in the end it seemed like not even the museum could wrap itself around the meaning and impact of the genocide it commemorates. It's design, may be solid, with the top floor being dedicated to the build up of antisemitism before the war, and where the concept of racial purity arose. Then, there's a floor for the opening years of the war, for the ghettos, the pogroms and the beginnings of the genocide, and finally there is a floor for the final years, for the concentration camps and the eventual liberation. This design works, but the museum doesn't mention how between the wars, the German state was essentially dismantled by the Allies as retribution for the immense cost of the first world war. The museum doesn't mention how with their cities destroyed, no jobs or food, massive wartime casualties and post-war demoralization, the German people flocked to Hitler as their savior, instead portraying them as innately anti-Semitic.

That's only a minor quibble compared to what I felt was a glaring omission from the exhibit. Mentioned only once, and briefly, were the bizarre, disturbing and horrendous experiments conducted by the Nazis on everybody from twins to the mentally ill, to the handicapped and specifically on the Roma. I can image they don't want kids seeing it, but you know, it happened, and also wait until your kid is older or even better, explain it to them. Also not covered was the ethical question of using the Nazi's research, sometimes the only data available, in modern science.

Essentially, the museum did not do enough to convey the absolute maltreatment of human beings and the complete disregard and loss of humanity inflicted in the concentration camps. It came close, with videos of the camps' liberation, and a room filled with victims' shoes, but otherwise it relied on the numbers to tell the story and chose to end on a feel-good note of a survivor marrying her liberator. It's enough for most, I suppose, but this is the Holocaust and what was done must in no way be edited or watered down because the droves of people and school groups that visit everyday can not comprehend the meaning of it without first seeing it's extent.

One of the people I went with said she's noticed the exhibit being toned down over the years, because people couldn't deal with it's unabashed portrayal and that's truly disappointing.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Gabriel Garcia Marquez - Love in the Time of Cholera



I am safe in saying that Marquez' "One Hundred Years of Solitude" changed my life. Less a book than an experience, it was something that slowly pulled you in and allowed you to discover it page by page until you were just completely engrossed.

His next novel that I read was much like that. Completely different scenario, charachters and details, but it was clearly written by Marquez. Only he can string words so delicately, effortlessly, using the most precise and unbelievable details to bring his charachters to life. There are no plot points, antagonists of anything the like in the book; only the recollection of the lives of these imaginary people who feel and act like any one real person. Therein lies the draw of this particular novel, recounting the long story of three peoples lives and loves. It's the story of a love unrequited for half a decade, and like his most famous novel, it is melancholy, hopeful, uplifting yet heart-breaking in the finest way.