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.
To me the earlier one strikes at the heart like a blade like a knife blade. This is warmer. I guess it's whatever Elsie tells you she wants to be on any given day. She is/was a child after all, mercurial in her moods. I don't think there will be one Elsie in the end. I think they will all the the Alpha, the one, the beginning. A series. An entire gallery of Elsies. Imagine!
i think you are right. there can't be just one. she shape-shifts. she plays pretend. just like the child she was/is. and somedays she's happy, somedays she is anything but.
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oh i love the color. it grabbed me immediately. it gives her some life in there some sunlight. keep going. i trust you.
xox
ps. you're stepping outside the newspaper. you're hearing her.
i'm trying. and i will keep on trying. :)
maybe subtle color will help her come out of her shell???
To me the earlier one strikes at the heart like a blade like a knife blade. This is warmer. I guess it's whatever Elsie tells you she wants to be on any given day. She is/was a child after all, mercurial in her moods. I don't think there will be one Elsie in the end. I think they will all the the Alpha, the one, the beginning. A series. An entire gallery of Elsies. Imagine!
xo
i think you are right. there can't be just one. she shape-shifts. she plays pretend. just like the child she was/is. and somedays she's happy, somedays she is anything but.
an entire gallery...
a suite...
just the thought of it.
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