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.

Jun 12, 2010

happy saturday!

soon, we are heading out to go sit by the cold cold water at the coast. the wind and waves. that crush of sound. i am bringing my notebook. i will sit on the little stones. maybe i'll bring some home. i will look for sea glass and heart-shapes on the shore. inga will romp and bounce and wear herself out. we will return a fuzzy mess.
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Elisabeth said...

Whenever we go away, even for a short time, the standard family joke is for one of us to say 'bring back a present for me', whoever me happens to be.

So I say, 'Have a splendid time and write something for me.' Please.

June 13, 2010 at 4:40 AM
angela simione said...

hi elisabeth, that's so cute! i love that! i read Art and Fear at the beach and wrote wrote wrote when i got home. i'll have some stuff to share soon. :)

June 13, 2010 at 7:54 PM

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