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. 
6 comments:
i especially like the first one because when i first saw it in miniature on my blog list, i thought i was a woman's reclining form, like a ghost, and then it turned into a range..it feels haunted
Great talent and empathy. Breathtaking, Angela.
maggie, i love that! it seems haunted to me too. most of my work does to me. ha! thanks!
rebecca, thank you! they are all in a vertical line together just like this (plus a few more) going down a skinny wall in my home. first thing i see when i make my way to the kitchen each morning. :)
Beautiful all together. Smallness is epic (you celebrate the small and unseen).
hannah, thank you so much! i lovvve small paintings! sometimes they can pack a much bigger punch than large-scale work, for sure.
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