The Act of Living Art

4/5/10

Falling into sky



Inside. Closed like holding your breathe, fear steals logic, emotions become tsunamis I am running from before the swell breaks over me and sweeps the sand from under my running feet. 

I’m outrunning my demons with the strokes, jabs, splatters, of paint, caress of the brush. I am filling the space with color and light so that fear has no room.. Looking myself in the eyes; raw. 

There are walls here around me but the soul has an outlet to the endless sky via the world created with paint. I have a place to wander and scuff my feet in the snow while I sift thoughts that were pushed to the dusty corners of my mind. I feel the exhale of warm breath while the cold air nips my cheeks.  

The sky. Fears evaporate and I am enveloped by wonder. It’s calm. All of my demons are no longer mine. I don’t know them anymore, I never owned them. They are mere traces like afterimages scurrying on the ground far below; the tails of comets that quickly fade. My mind expands in the open.



Sometimes I am a screen door and life is the wind combing through



I am erupting a flood of sensations I don’t know how to harness.... it has always been that way; they purge, they evaporate and are gone before they can be touched; like chasing wind.  Images and words that fly unabashedly out of a wild sunrise; as quickly as they came they are soaring and flaunting past to the distance... unless you catch one by the tail and whisper it’s fluid beauties in poetry to the world. 



This is what being alive feels like. 

Art is being alive. Not willingly arrested somewhere in mediocrity and numbness to life’s sensation. Art is a way of living.  Art is about experiencing, feeling, tasting, smelling, seeing, hearing sensation. It is a conversation of inhaling observation and exhaling creation.  Breathe and living becomes closer to art. 



But how do you utter in only a few thousand brush strokes, in harmonies of song or in flavors of fine cuisine, millions of scattered sensations? How do you harness galaxies of burning stars into one sun?  The freedom of art is in letting your own vulnerable experience of humanness, free of the need for explanations, dance in color before millions of eyes; some curious, some terrified, some embracing, some not even seeing.  It (art) is self-liberation, and it is inviting the rest of the world into the liberation of feeling and living in one’s own unique divine-given skin. 


 

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Chelsea... loved this entry. I am beginning to understand little parts of you that were not so obvious before. Your artistic expressions blow me away every time. Keep up the good work.
-- Ali Kent, 10/6/11



Root Veggies and Honey Glazed Tenderloin

3/16/10

Root veggies and Vitamin B12 craving... for those of you who eat healthy - raised, pastured meat. This one came from a sunny content, “grounded” afternoon in March: 



Pork tenderloin:

Bake in pan at 425 until tender but cooked through. Before baking drizzle lightly with honey, a dash of nutmeg, salt and pepper, and hint of cumin. Bake in a pan and nest the tenderloin in sliced (in chunks) gala, granny smith, or fuji apples (a yellow apple)



roasted carrots and beets: bake in pan at 425 lightly coated in olive oil (pour a hoppy beer over them as well for flavor if you'd like), with thyme, salt, pepper, cayenne... roast until tender through



Massage kale in oil, lightly sauté. Very lightly add a drizzle, a hint of honey to the kale, as well as a dash of thyme, salt, pepper and cayenne (I am stuck on thyme and cayenne this week).


 

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Sweet and Salty Deliciousness

3/16/10

This freshly scrumptious little 9:30 Tuesday night concoction came from a trip to the co-op with a somewhat random craving for greens, olives, creamy cheese, and portabellas. This is what happened: 



Sweet salty smooth deliciousness: 



Pan sear long slices of portabella mushroom in olive oil until just crisped and golden and semi-soft through. season both sides with coarse sea salt, cayenne, thyme, and cracked black pepper. 



Toss torn Belgian endives, baby spinach leaves, radish sprouts, and thin baby artichoke leaves in vinaigrette of:



(mix ratio of ingredients to taste)

Macadamia nut oil

apple cider vinegar

fresh squeezed lime juice

cracked black pepper

a hint of sea salt

a hint of cayenne

thyme



Sweet potato fries:



Slice semi-long sweet potato or yam fries about a quarter inch thick and toss while raw in macadamia nut oil, coarse sea salt, a dash of cayenne, and nutmeg. Lay out on a baking sheet and bake at 425 degrees F until tender and browned / crisped.

Take out and let cool for a minute, and toss with diced green olives and crumbled goat cheese... mmm, sweet and salty! 



Serve the three dishes in the same meal with a dirty martini (bombay sapphire gin).


 

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Hot Blue Bliss

3/3/10

This improv. satisfies the sweet and spicy craving in one hot savory bite!

Blue Corn Biscuits with roasted poblanos and poached egg:

The biscuits:
1C Blue Cornmeal
1C White flour
dash of baking soda, dash of baking powder (about a tablespoon each)
3.5 TBSP butter, chilled
about a cup of buttermilk, or ad to right consistency
dash of salt
honey to taste

The topping:
Eggs from pastured organic happy hens
roasted poblanos
avocado thinly sliced length wise
monterey jack cheese or queso fresco thinly sliced
more butter
salt, pepper, and crushed red pepper

Mix the dry ingredients for the biscuits. Cut in butter with a pastry cutter or knife or fork. Add honey and milk. Mix and fold to blend ingredients but do not over-mix. roll 1/2 inch thick onto lightly floured surface and cut 2 inch wide biscuits. lay out on baking sheet and bake at 425 for 10 minutes or so, until just browning on top and baked through.

remove from oven, let set, slice biscuits and top with cheese slices, chiles, and avocado, in that order. Place some butter to melt under the cheese if the biscuits have dried out at all. Poach your eggs. While the eggs poach toast the layered biscuit in the oven to melt the cheese. Top the whole thing with a poached egg and crush red pepper as garnish over the top. Enjoy!

The blue corn biscuits are also tasty as a sweet treat, toasted and drizzled generously with pure maple syrup and pine nuts, and/or fresh raspberry puree. 

 

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Where'd all the food go?

2/10/10

 

In writing blogs, I try to steer clear of writing weekly fluffy, pointless rants and ramblings that leave the reader yawning, snoring, or better yet, finding the five minute fold-out closet hanger ad on TV more captivating. 
But the incident I am going to call “blog-worthy” today has to do with something we ALL do everyday: EAT. And it deserves a couple paragraphs of notice. 



I went into the local supermarket the other day looking for a lunch snack. I quickly found myself wandering through the aisles frustrated, and finding nothing that appealed to me. One woman who worked there asked if she could help me find anything, looking at me as if I appeared completely lost or confused (which I probably did appear; either that or simply dumbfounded that me, not generally being a picky eater, could not find a single thing to eat in the midst of isles and isles of "food.")

This being said, I think grocery stores ought to be called “food-imitation outlets.””Grocery” is defined as “items of food” (Merriam Webster), and the majority of what is sold in so called grocery stores appears to be food, but is not actually food. (Keep in mind that just because you eat something doesn’t mean it’s food). 

The problem with a lot of the foods in the grocery store is that they are highly processed and homogenous; most of them are made out of the same thing.

Consider “meal replacements,”such as Slim-fast: You have just finished a two-hour workout, and your body is craving all sorts of diverse, wholesome, immune boosting vitamins to replenish and build stronger muscles, bones, and immunity. So you go ahead and chug a low-carb slim-fast, pouring some Maltodextrin (absorbed as easily as glucose), Soybean Lecithin, sucralose, and twenty other ingredients into your stomach. There are about 23 ingredients in a low-carb slimfast (http://www.slim-fast.com/products/products.aspx) many of which take the form of processed (stripped of most original nutrients) sugars derived from corn and soybeans. Keep in mind that corn and soybeans are not “bad,” in and of themselves, but when the majority of the calories in our diets come from these two items, we are depriving ourselves of the nutrient diversity we need to reach optimum health. 



Foods that are highly processed are highly profitable because by being stripped of their nutrients, they are also stripped of their ability to easily spoil. (What living micro-organism would want to go after a food item that has no nutrients to offer? .. maybe not the mold, but set it in front of Western-diet-eaters, and we’ll go for the styrofoam-like bread, rubber-like cheese, and plastic-like crackers!) 

When foods are processed for the sake of shelf-life, nutrient diversity is often lost. Bleached white flour and sugar are excellent examples of this. They are easy to digest (easily absorbed and easily converted to fat), calorie-rich, and offer little or no nutrients and fiber (fiber helps your body know when you’re full and when it’s time to stop eating). 

As in most arenas of life, diversity is what sustains thriving life; not homogeny. Consuming the homogenous food-products of the industry is powering our current “health care” industry, which plays blind to the fact of food as medicine; Cardiac patients in hospitals are given root - beer floats and Big Macs at their request. 

Back to the post-workout snack: Next time, try stir-frying or steaming some kale. Yes, kale. That crinkly coarse garnish you find underneath your slice of deliciously greasy pizza. Kale is packed with Protein, Iron, fiber, vitamins A, B, E, K, and Calcium to name a few. Talk about a super food! And what’s better yet, all those vitamins come in one beautifully leafy green package and work in symbiosis with one another and your body! 



When I talk about “food,” and real food, I am referring to edible things you can find naturally occurring. LIVING food: Food that is so fresh it will spoil if you leave it on the counter for a couple days. But it will re-vitalize your body when eaten (before it spoils of course!). 

We’re talking WHOLE eggplants, peppers, parsnips, leeks, spinach sweet potatoes... things that haven’t gotten pulverized, mashed, or injected with all sorts of chemical additives. We’re talking beans. Not from a can. Not salted and mashed. Dry beans. That you have to soak in order to cook with. Beans that have their nice little nutrient package intact. We’re talking fresh basil, heirloom prudence purple tomatoes, and tender hokurei turnips. 



Isn’t it interesting how our ideas of “healthy,””acceptable,””normal,” and even what we define as food are often subtly and deeply imbedded into our minds by what the industry causes us to habitually become familiar with?



I happen to be fortunate in the sense that I farm for a living, and I grew up playing in the dirt, picking raspberries, hulling beans, and growing my own food and not only knowing where the majority of it comes from, but also understanding how it was made. I am deeply and intimately connected with what goes into my body. After all, it is mainly what keeps me alive every day, and directly affects the way I feel. I may not have the fanciest house on the block being a farmer. But I’ll tell you that if there is ever a food famine and the “King corn” monocultures are wiped out by a disease the pesticides can’t ward off, you’re all invited for supper. I have a basement full of stored, frozen, and/or canned Heirloom squash, beans, homemade salsa, pesto, bread, garlic, and marinara sauce to name a few. All of it from local farms. We’ll cook up a feast and everyone will leave stuffed off of last season’s harvest. 

But what if I, like multitudes of people, were living in inner city food deserts, such as Detroit, where there are literally NO grocery stores. I repeat, there are NO grocery stores in Detroit. (source: People’s Grocery, Oakland) in other words your chances of even finding real food to consume are just about non-existent. If you’re lucky you might find a couple conventionally grown bananas next to the check out at 7-11. Other than that your options are the local corner stores and gas stations, dripping with calorie - rich and nutrient void corn dogs, donuts, rubber-like candies, plastic-like “cheese”... etc. the list goes on. In other words, laden with all the corn and soy you could ever want, in the form of saturated fat and high fructose corn syrup: like styrofoam food wrapped in packages screaming “eat me!” ...and designed to make you KEEP eating it once you’ve started.

So what validity do I give to my two page rant about the importance of good food, when I know there are people who simply don’t have the financial means, let alone access to eat well? What about the mass numbers of us who are at the mercy of the government subsidizing corn instead of diverse, fresh produce? After all, I myself am guilty of the occasional supermarket donut indulgence. Although I find that lately, the more I learn about our food system, the more appealing a freshly dug sweet carrot is than the first. 

So what to do? It is unrealistic, to say the least, to expect your every single average Joe in middle-class suburbia, or in inner city Detroit, to turn his/her non-existent spare bedroom into a greenhouse, or to convert their few windowsills into hydroponic planters that will fully feed the family year round.  

So, what can we actually do to even make a mark on the industry, and demand food where there is currently none? I am convinced (currently), that what we can do, and by all means should do, is what we have been hearing over and over but can’t stress enough: Vote with your dollar. You don’t have to afford the most expensive, fancily-organically labeled, granola-head-wooing fruit and nut bar on the market. It might not be that great for you anyway. Buy the raw ingredients instead, and take fifteen more minutes a day to prepare your food. Buy flour and make your own bread. Eat oats, honey, and fresh fruit for breakfast instead of coco puffs and fruit loops. You’ll start to develop a taste for real food. Find and support a local farmer’s market or join a community supported agriculture program, if there is one around. When you go out to eat next time, may I dare to say, ASK where the beef came from, ASK if it’s hormone free and if the veggies are pesticide-free. Be the active consumer demand. Ask for what you want and don’t buy what you don’t want. 

I walked into Good Times a couple weeks ago (I know, I know, *gasp!*), and I asked them if they knew where their beef came from, and surprisingly enough, they did. Good Times gets their beef (at least the Good Times in Fort Collins :) ) from not even thirty miles away, and it is antibiotic free (now as for grass-fed, that is another question). Good food needs to be demanded and reach the masses. They only way that will change is if we demand it, if we vote for it.

Learn where your food comes from. Ask. Choose where you get your food, and what you put into your body.



Food, as Michael Polan says (In Defense of Food), “no longer seems like the smartest place to economize,”when you start to realize how much food you actually aren’t buying when you check out of the grocery store with a heaping cart. 

 

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Well said Chelsea! I agree whole-heartedly and more and more seem to be asking myself why I'm in the local 'grocery store' because there is no good food available there. It's a bad habit I'm getting closer to breaking. I'd rather eat less of a whole food than stock up my cart with the garbage I'd been led to believe was food. It's so true what you said, just because you eat it - doesn't mean it's food! We've been horribly de-sensitized and need to stand up and vote with our dollars like you say. I'm so thankful to know you and your mom and have access to good knowledge, good friends, and good eats! Thanks and keep up your good work on 'food for thought'!
-- Carol, 2/11/10



Sweet Potato Pancakes

12/18/09

 

Being that sweet potatoes seem to posses an irresistibly delicious comfort factor, this makes for a good winter's breakfast, or a late night snack. :) Cooking is, to me in many ways, another form of painting, as well as a means through which to give love. In that case my 11 p.m. concoction seemed to fit well with "Sweet Potato Love."

Sweet Potato Pancake Recipe:

2 sweet potatoes
1 C cream
2 C milk
1 C white unbleached flour
1 TBSP honey
nutmeg
allspice 
cinnamon
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp baking powder
1 fresh orange
2 eggs
1/4 stick butter
maple syrup

bake the sweet potatoes until very tender through. peel skin, and simmer down in pot on stovetop, adding the cream and about a cup of milk or until consistency is that of thick applesauce, somewhat soupy. Melt in 2 thick slices of butter. Remove from heat. Pour into large mixing bowl. Add eggs, flour, baking powder and soda, spices, honey, the rest of the milk. Freshly squeeze in two large slices of orange. Stir with whisk until big lumps are gone and batter is smooth, but do not over stir.
Pour about 1/3 cup dollops onto a warmed frying pan over medium heat. melt half and half butter/oil to coat frying pan first.  
Grill until crispy, golden, and cooked through. Serve with maple syrup or topped with a light maple orange whipped cream. 
Enjoy! 

 

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Thanks for the recipe; I am going to make these this weekend!
-- Whitney, 2/11/10



Links

11/30/09

 

Check out Links to my artwork as well as great resources for the latest in the food world.

 

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Thoughts from a Sunday Night

11/15/09

 

The world needs people who are outrageously alive. People who like their jobs, aren't afraid to speak their mind, and aren't altered in their pursuit of passion by others' disapproval. The world needs people who are comfortable in their own skin; people who have learned something from listening to others; people who have traveled around the world through books, artwork, and conversation. People who thrive on letting other opinions pass through their lens, leaving a trail of what is valid and useful in their life, and letting the rest pass through. The world needs people who realize that we are what we eat, what we consume. The world needs people who care about their relationship with their food; what their food IS, WHERE it comes from, and HOW it was made. We need people who are alive. The world needs people who are living, not existing. We need people who's hands have worked in the soil and touched their sustenance. The world needs people who aren't afraid of sweat, of work. The world needs people who don't differentiate their work and play. People who delight in their everyday life. The world needs people who are not afraid of their own skin, their own potential. 

 

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