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.

Nov 16, 2010

last one for awhile...


Lineage 5
48" x 36"
oil on canvas, 2010

she's been waiting patiently for months while i moved off to work on other things. a few weeks ago, i looked at her hanging in the hallway, so close to being done, and felt like a total asshole. so i took her off her nail and put shadows in the aprons, deepened the black, and gave her a name. she is happy and soft and beautiful. she's the last one for awhile. the maid series is definitely one i'll come back to. i can feel it and it feels like such a right and true image for me to work with, but i think i put too much pressure on them and on myself. i want to back away from them for a bit and just let them be. love them on their own terms: without expectation.


Elisabeth said...

Fair enough Angela. Trust your instincts.

angela simione said...

thanks, elisabeth. :) why is trusting one's insticts so hard to do? i've decided that when it comes to my practice i must strive to not second-guess myself too much... trust the process, as it were.

they are good girls. i'll come back to them. <3

Radish King said...

I have loved them from the start. I know them in my heart and you have it so exactly right. Perfect. Thank you.

Radish King said...

There was more I wanted to say here about the attitudes of the women. One has her arms crossed in front of herself a way to protect oneself a way to show she is not going to take any more crap a way to say RESPECT MY SPACE and the other has her hands crossed in back which in body language clearly means I'm covering my ass or I'm protecting myself. I love the paring of these two postures and the stories inside them.

angela simione said...

rebecca, i love your experience of the work. i love how sensitive your sight is, your love of nuance. :) and i love that you have love them from the beginning. odd to think that it's been almost 2 years since i painted the first one and that there are only 7 canvasses, a handful of monoprints, and a couple drawings; but each one took all i had. and for a time i think i gave my power away to someone else... let someone else's opinion and critique hold way too much sway in my practice. i have feared that these ladies were effected by this unfortunate occurance and i reared up to protect them. taking a break from them for awhile is also a way of protecting them... and that makes me think of your comment about body language: a mirroring. i cross my arms, i fold them behind my back, i protect myself (i protect my painting). thank you for this. :)

((((BIG HUG))))

Marylinn Kelly said...

Hushed corridors, thick carpets and many rooms with locked door...I see them but extend it to the world they/we inhabit. If we can let love be the word of the day, I love this painting and am glad you took it off the wall and completed it.

angela simione said...

marylinn, thank you so much! and oh... let love be the word of the day every day! what a world that would be! :) i'm so happy you like the painting. i'm so glad i took it off the wall too. they are wonderful company, these ladies.