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 26, 2010

good morning!

it is cold and blue this morning. shivers and frozen breath. the steam coming off the top of my coffee is bright white.

the first thing i saw this morning when i stumbled out of bed was the big oil painting i worked on almost all day yesterday. what a beautiful sight to behold first thing! it's weird- that might seem like a really egotistical thing to say about one's own work but, the maid portraits in particular, feel like other beings to me... like recognizing and appreciating another person's beauty. i don't mean it as a self-congratulation at all. when i look at them i want to just do my best. slow down, listen, be attentive, and move in the direction they point. it's a series of work that comes and goes and works best when i don't try to make them move in a particular direction... actually, all my work is kinda like that. and it isn't intuition so much as trust. a call toward belief. faith almost. a chase.

i need more coffee.


Anonymous said...

I always like your works.
I always want you to be as you are.

respect art.
coffee is the strong substance.


angela simione said...

you put a very big smile on my face.

"i always want you to be as you are"

thank you for that. :)