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.

Dec 15, 2010


it is a puzzle. the kind where pieces are lined up and pushed in place according to what feels right, which pieces feel at home with each other, next door to each other, the odd back and forth dance of finding where the line is. the line between this and that. that velvet, that blur. and of course every question feels inadequate. they fall so short of the mark. where are all the arrows, flung far and hitting the red heart of the target dead-on?


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