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 20, 2009

nameless...

after consuming enough coffee to murder a small donkey and struggling with installing, un-installing, and re-installing photo programs this morning i'm finally back to being technologically competent. big sigh of relief.

this is the mess i made all over the gallery floor yesterday...




and this is the drawing i made during my two hour time slot...



unnamed drawing
15" x 11"
graphite and masking tape on paper
angela simione, 2009

i stopped drawing every now and then to chat with strangers and enjoy a glass of wine with a sweet woman named maggie that seemed to really know where the work was coming from. i love it when that happens: the mind-meld with a complete stranger... an affinity that goes beyond class or status or clothes or all the other arbitrary markers of a person's type and kind... just two humans with a whole slew of commonalities that don't need to be talked about or sorted out because you already understand each other and no explanations are necessary. lovely.



detail


these sisters are, as of now, unnamed.
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