these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.

my artist website is here.

Apr 28, 2009


all morning i've been painting and taking a red pen to poems-in-progress. there's some pretty good stuff in that stack... i'm just not sure how to make them really shine. i've let them breathe long enough and would like to get back to work on them. it feels like it's been a long time since i "seriously" wrote something. if i've ever really been serious about it, i'm not sure, but this time last year there was such a huge fire in my belly and i had to write it out. now, i sift ashes, looking for fragments worth dusting off, polishing and re-planting somewhere else.

i suppose a poem is never quite perfect and i spend a lot of time beating myself up about that fact, thinking it's only my poems that are never perfect and that maybe if i was smarter or prettier or frailer or anything-er, the poems would be better. silliness.

and i turned one of my paintings black. i was nervous to do it but i'm glad i went ahead and got brave. there's a mood now in the work and an availability for a wide open narrative that i really like. in fact, i'm thinking of making it blacker... like a super underexposed photograph or a memory you can't quite see... just feel.

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