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.

Sep 23, 2010


i've been very much inside myself lately... very much inside the work. wandering. wondering. not worried though. just a space of deep contemplation where only the stitches between my fingers exist, only the pencil in my hand, only the spilt glitter matters.

i started work on a new textile piece yesterday and managed to twist away the majority of the day without realizing it. it was wonderful. and then suddenly, a bit of oil painting in the evening. it's funny how unexpectedly oil painting returns to me. out of nowhere and for a few days a time, and then i dive back in to my luscious black graphite. i have absolutely nothing to complain about. :)

my tea is steeping. it feels weird to write that. i've never been a tea drinker so this is all quite odd. and i wrestle with feeling a bit bourgeois over this whole tea drinking thing. ha!

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