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.

Dec 7, 2009

the impossible...

there are whisperings of a rare california snow...
the sky has gone completely white. i am anxious, excited as a child at the prospect of such a strange happening. but the rain from the great storm has not yet arrived, though both the weather channel and the neighbors assure me it will. and so i wait... coffee in hand, two pairs of socks on, and two sweaters. it is cold cold cold. and i may end up being reduced to a TV workout today. bouncing around hideously, embarrassingly, in the living room and inga wondering what the hell is going on. ha!

the vineyard feels so far away in this weather. remote and unwelcoming. or maybe it's the fact that, here, i have the heater going full blast and a notebook to day-dream in and a snoring dog that makes me smile. warm and safe and needless. i have christmas presents to make. a late start, for sure, but it's still possible to get them done in time. the weather might ensure that i have no other distraction, no other choice. ;)
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