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.

Mar 2, 2010

good morning

last night, while my sweetie played a video game with the sound turned all the way down, i read the first 6 pages of 'of the refrain' by deleuze and guattari aloud to him, to myself. and i went back and forth looking up words and we both laughed at how totally illiterate this writing made us both feel. our vocabularies have been increased by words that we will never ever use in a normal conversation. hahahaha! but the idea, the metaphor, of the refrain is burning inside my head now. a refrain... an art practice. the recurrent ideas and images. repetition. and i looked up "refrain" and saw that, in music, it has an archaic synonym: a "burden". all these words with double meanings... i love them. and the rain kept coming down. the rain keeps coming down. it is a wet world and i found a sound to fit the mood.

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