For the spread I referenced Pirosmani and a few other Georgian painters, for the spots I followed Gideon’s perambulations, and for the recipes I drew some goofy vegetables and herbs.
I always try to find a personal connection to an extensive assignment like this one, and having a well-written text and a relevant theme justifies my slightly torturous process (yes, each little shape is hand-drawn with brush & ink). Speaking of process, I recently had a video chat about it with Matthew the Horse.
In my youth I’d endured a great deal of such daylong feasts, brought on by my immigrant family to distract us from the reality of Russia of the 80s-90s. Both our steaming brightlit kitchen and the vast grey outside instilled in me the doubling sense of alienation that I still carry around in my breast pocket. During my last trip to Moscow, after a customary daylong feast, I wondered at the foreignness I suddenly felt about the place, as if I was visiting an exotic land after reading about it for a bit too long. I realized that the last five years distanced the country of my psyche that I still live in from the country that remained, distanced it enough to make me feel like I was taking a tour of an ineptly choreographed reconstruction of my own past. It was that, or plain indigestion.
Thanks AD Walter for the assignment and for the typographical treatment!