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 26, 2009

good morning, tuesday!

the light is coming in the living room windows all yellow and feathery like. a gorgeous morning already. none of my beloved, low-lying fog today which means we'll have to get out to the vineyard for The Jog pretty soon. it's already shaping up to be a hot one here in wine-land.

i checked my favorite maid portrait and she's still sorta sticky from all the painting this weekend. as eager as i am to see her finished, i've got to be patient with her. i layed down a ton of black and the black is deep and perfect and not to be disturbed. it's safer (and smarter) to wait until it's completely dry. i've ruined enough paintings will my impatient enthusiasm to know better than to rush the work. and this close to the end- not a painting i want to risk ruining. i will have to find something else to satisfy myself with today in my little crazy studio. i'm so glad i stocked up on canvas and paint at the beginning of the month. i'm set for awhile. i've still got two huge and beautiful blank canvasses waiting to get their first mark and two more that need to be sanded down and attempt to save. R.I.P Grey Girls. :( i had them looking just like an old photograph and then somehow managed to slather so much paint across them that now they look like monsters. seriously, monsters. my sweetie cracked up when i said that to him last week because the description is spot on. monsters. seriously. and i haven't sanded it down yet because i'm kind of using it as a reminder of what not to do with the other canvasses. believe me, it's totally gross. one of the worst. ha! but those are the paintings that you learn the most from so it's alright. stumble, stumble, stumble, eureka! so it goes.

it's nearing 7am. i'm on my third cup of coffee and finally feeling awake enough to begin my day. i have no clue yet what i will use this beautiful yellow morning for but i promise to honor it somehow. the world is awake and the neighbors have returned from their long weekend in the desert. there could be wine this afternoon. i will earn my glass.
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