it's too cold still this morning to go outside and paint. and i need the good light, it's too yellow inside the cottage. so i'm waiting. it'll warm up eventually.
i've got coffee and raspberries and elsie on the kitchen floor. i am working right there in front of the big window. my dog is asleep in my bed and it is so quiet and still here... that's why i am crawling around in her shadows today. it's quiet enough. she won't startle and run away. she is a tough one to pin down.
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.
Oct 2, 2009
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