Yesterday, I felt so overwhelmed with my workload that I told myself that I’m not Elvira anymore. I am…let’s say a cord hanging from my laptop. Or a street lamp in my window.
A quote that inspires me: “Keep your back straight” by my mom.
I often wonder what would I do if I lived in 1918 in St Petersburg where my novel, Russian Treasures, is set.
What I love about my best friend, Durga, is her attitude. “Dispassionateness means not being misled by passion,” she says.
This weekend, I’m going to create a painting entitled “My Life” in the spirit of seventieth-century Dutch still life painting known as a Vanitas.
The small concert hall was packed. People were sitting in the aisles and on the floor in front of the stage. A beautiful girl was singing, her pure voice sounded like something from a past that was now lost and forever out of reach.
The Soviet government receives tons of food from the American Red Cross to feed our starving populace.
We all are afraid that the Bolsheviks will force us to give part of our apartments to workers who have nowhere to go.
The year is 1918, and I never leave a house without…a gunny sack.
A friend who always make me laugh is Durga. She puts all her faith in fortune-telling, and an auspicious prophecy gives her the energy to go on, like a battery keeping a torch alight.