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 17, 2010

mmmmmmmm

i've been at the canvas since 9. i am present and don't care about the clock. there was something i was going to do today but decided painting all day is a much better decision. i am young today. i am brewing a half pot of coffee. i am thinking about evelyn hampton. this piece in particular. it has a familiar light in it. there is a reverie that swells up, all achy and maroon, from the the repetition of words. and somewhere in there is a piece of my childhood too.
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