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.

Aug 16, 2010

hee hee

i should talk shit about oil painting more often! thwarted by a flat tire and the nearest patching service 2o+ miles away, i've been on a painting spree all day. images to revere came flooding in. unexpected. welcome even. slather slather and smear. :)


Maggie May said...

keep moving with the rapids

angela simione said...

YES! YES! YES! i'm trying to get graceful at it but i guess flailing is okay too so long as i'm moving. :)

thanks, maggie!

Elisabeth said...

Space is what you need, Angela, even when it's not according to some plan.

angela simione said...

elisabeth, you are exactly right. wide-open space. large and equal and without expectant eyes. warm black grass to roll around in, undaunted.