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.

May 27, 2009

crunch time...

sorta took a little break from all things internet today. i get sucked in way too easily sometimes. i get lost looking at all the sparkling brilliance of the world and then when i finally pick my head up and look at the clock, HOURS have passed. and i've just got too much to do this week. i'm really trying hard to pull 2 of my canvasses together and call them done by the end of the weekend and that's a hell of a lot of work to be done. they're both in the home stretch but, without a dedicated, daily effort, that home stretch can span weeks. and after receiving two rejection letters back to back (one, i knew to expect and wasn't upset at all by it. the other was quite the shock and led to a tear-filled, self-loathing couple of days. someone call the wha-mbulance!), i feel the need to really turn the fire up and paint as if my life depends upon it... and in a lot of ways, it does. you don't work, you don't eat. and so i'm off to keep painting. there's still a couple of hours of light left in the day. i need to use them wisely.

2 comments:

Heather Jerdee said...

Sorry bout the last couple of days, I haven't hardly got my art out there yet I'm not looking forward to rejections even though that's part of this art thing. ughh! ok and wha-mbulance is funny :)

angela simione said...

thanks heather. :)

yep, rejection is definitely a pretty big part of this gig. usually, i'm pretty good at letting it roll right off. i believe in what i do and i believe in the importance of paying your dues. but somedays, every now and then, it rattles me a bit. but after 2 days of whining and asking for backrubs, i'm back on the horse and feeling fine. the work is on a good path i think and, really, that's more than i could ever hope for.