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.

Feb 5, 2010

my weird, fevery education of yesterday-

Aase Berg With Deer
Rebecca Loudon Cadaver Dogs
Evelyn Hampton the lost body projected


watched this:



and listened to this:



and then this morning, i popped on over to see what maggie may was up to and was astounded.

i had a break-through on not one but two oil paintings today and it isn't even noon! it is the best feeling in the world.

my fever is gone and my throat is no longer so sore. i have a small, ignorable headache. my delight over-rides my discomfort.

back to work.

6 comments:

Elisabeth said...

Back at work, Angela. It must feel wonderful.

And here you cite all these other workers, some alive, some dead, but always their works live on beyond them. Thank you.

angela simione said...

yay! i'm on the mend. not all the way back but over the worst of it, i think.

i've been trying to move closer to the work of people i admire... to really KNOW my influences and to let them work a bit of magic in me. i'm so happy you like them. :)

Radish King said...

DAVID LYNCH FOR BREAKFAST! ARGHHH!

xoxox

angela simione said...

hahahahaha!

delicious AND nutritious. enjoy! ;)

Radish King said...

Sylvia Plath. Biscuit baking music.
xoxo

angela simione said...

na! totally! it makes me wish i knew how to bake things. pies especially. ;)