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 23, 2010


AOL tells me that it's 44 degrees and raining. i've got the curtains drawn all the way back so i can confirm the weather report. it is, in fact, raining. a grey and white day but there's enough light coming down from above the clouds to wrap everything in silver. lovely. and i just finished making the prints to ship off. yesterday was a crazy fiasco of finding an emergency plumber and taking my friend to the doctor to get her cast removed. all at once, all at the same time, frenzy frenzy frenzy. everything is fine now and back to normal but i am worn out. completely. i let myself sleep in this morning even though there's stuff to do and errands to run and drawings to make and drawings to finish and paintings to finish and paintings to begin and prints to send off to new homes. i'll send them off this afternoon when the rain lets up. i don't take paper outside in bad weather. nope. it just ain't worth the risk. especially when the print is made with water-soluble ink. and so i apologize for the hold-up. the insanity of yesterday was completely unanticipated and i had to barricade the bathroom with OUR CLOTHES so that the crazy black water did not flood out in to the hall and ruin the carpet. it was a wild adventure to say the least. and then the clean-up after the plumber fixed the problem - a root had grown in to the pipes - a normal occurrence for people who live on the edge of a forest, but i had never seen water-works like that in my whole life. i didn't know a toilet and shower drain could actually mimic a volcano. no fun. and yes, it was as gross at it sounds. but this morning, i woke to a clean, bright, fresh home and the drizzle coming down and the wonderful quiet and black ink and coffee.


Elisabeth said...

Roots in the pipes can be cruel, especially near your toilet, more than a volcano. As you suggest-gross. It's happened to us before, so I can imagine.

angela simione said...

oh, it was horrible! I'm sorry you've experienced such maddness too. but the silver-lining to the situation is that i was so grossed out that i cleaned the entire bathroom top to bottom 3 times over and then the cleaning rampage extended to the rest of the house as well. spring cleaning done early.