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 30, 2010


in spite of the hardships that have come, in spite of the hardships that remain, in spite of loneliness, heartache, distance, collapse, hopelessness, frailty, and pathetic groveling, i have never, not once, regret the decision to be an artist. it is the one thing in my life that has been consistently available, open, and welcoming. if it be a picture in a book or a simple, lucky photograph or a blog or a heartfelt word that floated in to my ear at exactly the right time, i love it all and remain forever faithful. i stumble and i cry sometimes. i yell and feel a failure sometimes. i go to the page or the canvas in those moments especially, and find myself there all over again: not only worthy, but privileged, to paint and read and write and think.


Elisabeth said...

Well Angela, at least you could recognize your talent soon enough and now you nurture it. You are fortunate, not only in your talent but in your ability to persevere.

And now you must fight to enhance that talent, to let it grow and to share it with the world.

One day I can boast I knew her when she was starting out, I knew her in her youth. Look at her then, and look at her now.

angela simione said...

thank you, elisabeth. i am trying to live up to the call of it and make your final statement an act of clairvoyance. :)

yolanda said...

i agree with you....
peace and love!

angela simione said...

:D keep on keeping on, girl!