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 13, 2010


i've been quiet a lot lately. struggling away, i suppose. wrestling alone. and it is good. a necessity. it is an important stage. i'm lucky to know that. i'm lucky to find a bit of comfort in knowing that.

i've been working. as hard and for as long as i can manage. i'm reading philosophy and not talking back. i am absorbing and watching and making sweaters. i finished the first one and am so happy. the 2nd is well underway.

Simone Weil by my bed and notebook near and plenty of tea, plenty of black oil, plenty of paper and graphite.

and this...

44" x 50"
oil on canvas, 2010

...finished just a few minutes ago.


Radish King said...

i thought about this on the way home and cried. i think all the reading and studying you are doing are making a difference in your drawings. quantum leaps in your drawings. fucking incredible.

Radish King said...

paintings i mean. i can barely look at it and i can't look away. angela. my god woman.

angela simione said...

thank you for this, my dear friend. so so much. you lift me up. i am struggling (mostly) alone in the dark. i know you are in the Blackland too and that knowledge alone is a great comfort for me. a wind at my back, pushing me along, a warm and welcome sail.

(i saw a simone weil quote on your blog a few weeks ago. about attention as the most sincere act of generosity. and it made my eyes well up. it spelled very clearly what i must learn to do. thank you, my sweet friend.)

Hannah Stephenson said...

Is the chain around a fence? I enlarged it but couldn't quite and fences, I love it.

This is a stunning piece. Listening is so valuable.

angela simione said...

hannah! :)

it's a chain through a cement door. i took the photograph this is based on and i really did find a black cement door with a chain and pad-lock strung through it on one of my walks through oakland when i lived there.

sorta like a fence, no?

me and fences is right! hahaha! thank you!