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.

Oct 25, 2010

painting candles and reading Simone Weil


the physical element by which sight is made possible: light.

she says: Love is not consolation, it is light. (p. 59)

to love is to see.
and to see clearly. plainly even.
no disruptions, to desires, no figments, no fantasy, no lies: to see something as it actually is without the governance of desire or protocol, without imposition, alliances, biases, expectations... without silencing

or dulling the color.


we find the shape, the texture, the angle. the light does not promise we will like what we see. the light does not promise pleasantries. the light does not speak of "likability" and "pleasurability". the light says nothing about preferences.

Love is not consolation... and so love is not about satisfying preferences. is light a new lens given, love is the ability to see reality: unmisted, unobstructed.


Elisabeth said...

I enjoy these ideas, Angela, but the cynic in me doubts the 'reality' of them.

Love is illusory certainly and when 'in love'we see things clearly, at least we imagine we do and maybe that's all that matters.

angela simione said...

hi elisabeth- yes. i don't know if i've ever experienced this type of love either. this type of clarity: sight unobstructed by desire...

i'm trying to achieve it with myself as i am doubtful i could ever achieve this with another human being. maybe it is possible, even if only fleetingly, to love one's self this way- to see oneself clearly, without fantasy (especially the negative), without pretense, just AS IS?