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.

Jul 22, 2009

memory...

there's a preciousness and a longing... an intimacy and a gentleness and a strange nostalgia... because i don't long to see the days of the apron return, not at all. but there's a call in these little drawings... a child's call... when we were little and we all thought our mamas were angels. there's a sad calm that pours out, a tiredness... but also something simple and beautiful...



mama
6" x 6"
water-soluble graphite and acrylic on raw canvas
angela simione, 2009

i'm partial to the drawings on paper but this experiment of drawing on unprimed canvas turned out quite sweetly. i think i'll keep playing with this approach and see where it takes me.
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2 comments:

Hannah Stephenson said...

Sigh! So beautiful--great work!

And thanks for being so supportive and inspiring. You flat out rock.

July 23, 2009 at 10:04 PM
angela simione said...

thank you so much!!! (cheesy grin)

YOU rock, friend! i'm so inspired by your daily dedication to your craft. endlessly so. whenever i feel like making excuses for why it's alright for me to take a day off, i think of you and your practice. you are my quick, hot shot of "get off your ass!" inspiration, for sure. :)

July 24, 2009 at 12:49 PM

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