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 3, 2009

yawn...

i can't sleep. maybe it's because i'm wearing a t-shirt that says "if i want to hear from an asshole, i'll fart". who knows... could be. i just can't seem to get my brain to simmer down. i'm super tired and my eyes are heavy but the second my head hits the pillow all sorts of thoughts and dreams start spinning and i am kept wide awake. this has been a pretty regular thing in my life but lately it hasn't been happening. the result of my odd anniversary, i suppose.


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angela simione, 2008
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2 comments:

Hannah Stephenson said...

I love this piece, especially how you can see traces of words around the "I suppose."

May 3, 2009 at 10:07 AM
angela simione said...

thank you! these are some of my favorite pieces. still trying to figure out what to do with them and how to present them.

May 4, 2009 at 7:32 AM

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