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.

Apr 14, 2010

i am lucky number 7

our fair Ana C. has started an online poetry magazine called new wave vomit and it is RAD RAD RAD! of course it is! because Ana C. is RAD RAD RAD! these are the facts. these facts are fantastic! fucking fantastic, to be precise.

she has published one of my "pieces". i don't know what it is. it is both a visual artwork and a poem, i suppose. redaction has a long long LONG history in poetry. but i think about redacted police documents when i make these things. and i picture it in a nice frame on a gallery wall hanging right next to a big oil painting, standing its own ground with the big dogs, functioning like art with a capital A. that's just me though.

thank you, Ana, for lending me your space. i love everything you do!

4 comments:

wiredwriter said...

No. 7 is most def fucking fantastic!

angela simione said...

hahahaha! THANK YOU! :D

ana c. said...

i love everything YOU do
<3

angela simione said...

((((BIG HUG))))