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
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okay, i have to ask: did you really make 9 identical crochet banners? that would really really be in the name of mass hysteria! i love the white lettering on red background, there's something medieval and heraldic about it.
and i hope you're doing all right, as much as possible in the presence of family tragedy.
ha! no... just the same singular banner's photgraph listed 9 times here. i wanted to amp it up, see how it would work to be repeated in a list like this. it really does heighten the "hysteria" of the piece, i guess, doesn't it? :)
i am buring myself in books mostly. and my journal. today the sun is up and unclouded so i feel better than i have in awhile- that horrible week+ of rain we had.
i'm glad to see your name pop up here. you have returned from southern california in one piece! :)
ahh, the socal trip got postponed for various reasons, weather being one of them. so i will have to wait for the possible dismemberment--though i've had no shortage of other kinds of craziness right here in the bay. things are calming a bit now, i'm reading too, catching up on old issues of magazines & getting excited about articles about some new book or movie that's just come out, only to realize the issue is 6 months old and i'm jumping up & down about old news--how's that for mass hysteria? i'm glad to see you've been finding refuge in books, especially that Jean Genet, can there be anyone who understands the sublime better than him? lately i've been thinking about that concept in Kate Z's Mutter excerpt that was just published, about becoming the parent to the parent when the parent is compromised and becomes more the child. and this concept is strangely...comforting to me, or maybe i mean elucidating, or maybe i mean it provides direction by lighting the way, it is like a call to perform, to overcome...
thanks for letting me babble into your commentbox today. hope you soak up some of that sun up in wine-vineland.
my commentbox is always at your disposal, dear roz. always. i'm am absolutely grateful for the intelligence you share here- the insights and fascinations and absolutely GOLDEN thoughts!
yes- kate's excerpt. i have lived through one experience of taking care of a parent (though not for the same reasons as described in Mutter) and it's such a strange circumstance... something that stands outside of reality in a way, a happening that we are not prepared for, seems unreal, impossible, unbelievable until you are well inside of it. her work always amazes me.
jean genet... ahhhhh, my love. i felt so comforted by his Journal. endlessly so. i must get ahold of his films soon and have a movie day all by myself.
isn't it funny how the right books/artworks come along at just the right time? :)
<3
angela
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