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 23, 2010

note to self:

there's no such thing as a perfect painting. it isn't even about that. perfection is boring. there's no mystery. no search. no struggle. no discovery. it isn't effective. or affective either. perfection has no function. it is already solved. it is isolated and requires nothing. it has no needs. it has no desires. it is uninteresting.

4 comments:

ana c. said...

yes yes yes yes

angela simione said...

totally! i must remind myself often, maybe even every day, that perfectionism is ridiculous because perfection is booooorringggggg. :)

Joetta M. said...

so true, perfection is entirely over-rated. the flaws are what makes everything beautiful...

angela simione said...

that's why i like your work so much, joetta- your brave act of embracing things like stains and asserting that they are beautiful too. and they ARE! entirely beautiful. to shake the shame of history and let it stand. :)