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.

May 31, 2010

heart break break break

okay. enough. i'm sick of this: death everywhere.

one of my favorite artists of all time died today. another genius gone from the world. another one. and i am angry and sad. very angry and very sad. all my angry confusion about all sorts of other, far unrelated things, surges to the top of my head and locks up my throat and all i can think is this isn't right this isn't fair just like a little kid. she herself would tell me to shut the fuck up.

i bet you anything she figured out the meaning of life in the wee hours of the morning and that's what did it. once you attain perfection, you go. and there she goes. 98 years old. fire on top of fire. burning intelligent searing honest woman. i miss you so much already.

i was convinced you were immortal.

i will tack a spider above my bed.

louise bourgeois


Kate Zambreno said...

i just took a walk and then ascended the staircase into my apartment and in a sun-shined corner a spiderweb an almost perfect spider...i too thought lb was immortal. i thought she would never die. and to think her cells - those great immense things - she made in her 80s and 90s.

angela simione said...

kate, what an ode there in the stairwell. absolutely beautiful and it fits just right.

i fell in love with her the very second i stumbled across a book of her work in the library. and all those beasts she wrestled, all the statements she made that no one else had the guts to make, and THE CELLS! she gave me such a huge and deep faith that anyone at any time can find their voice and the courage to use it, that being an artist has no age limit, and that aspirations and intelligence never go out of fashion. she was (is) a diamond. hard and beautiful.

Radish King said...

It was unbelievable and shocking after the news of Orlovsky and Dennis Hopper. Those that seem immortal because they've been inspiring us since forever.\xo

angela simione said...

unbelievable and shocking. yesterday everything was suspended. when i found out about her death, i had just finished watching the zillionth clip of dennis hopper's frank in blue velvet, still thick in my personal acts of remembrance of his life and work and the fondness i feel when i look at his face. and boom: louise. today i am drawing her a tremendous spider.