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.

Jan 20, 2011

hello

the water is boiling for tea. i am home now. but only for a moment. i am sitting the gallery today.

there is so much to say but i don't have the strength right now to type it all out. and, in a way, there really isn't anything to say at all. i just wanted to signal my return to anyone who might be looking for it and to say i am okay.

this is nothing like i thought it would be.

wednesday january 12th was the day. her 56th birthday was yesterday. did you see the moon? massive and bright. i don't remember ever seeing such an enormous moon ever in my life. a gift for her birthday.

i sleep under a quilt she made now. embroidery and patchwork, all crazy.

come see me today at Slingshot if you're around. i'd really like that.
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9 comments:

Hannah Stephenson said...

Be well, friend. My thoughts are with you.

Wish I was in SF to bring you cupcakes and cocoa.

January 20, 2011 at 12:00 PM
Radish King said...

Oh darling good girl. I've been watching for you. I'm so sorry. I love you.
Rebecca

January 20, 2011 at 3:50 PM
Pam said...

I'm sorry for you, your loss, your mom...

January 20, 2011 at 3:58 PM
Kate Zimmerman said...

Oh oh Angela I've been trying to write you back on the FB account all day - but it won't let me in! I have been thinking of you all day. Your loss, what you are going through, this period so intense and your ability to see such poignancy and tenderness and beauty through it all.

my mother was 56 too, which makes me feel a really strong connection to you right now, even more than usual.

also: send me your address to my email?

sometimes words are useless and other times they are the only possible balm. i'm glad anais is that for you now. i'm glad othertimes you have the moon.

love

kate

January 20, 2011 at 8:19 PM
julia schwartz said...

dear Angela, i'm so sorry. we have never met but still we are "sisters in the dark" now, as some would say.

i did see the moon, it was amazing.


love, julia

January 21, 2011 at 8:26 AM
Roz Ito said...

I'm so sorry for your loss, Angela, but something in the universe must be all right to give your mom that moon for her birthday. Take good care.

January 21, 2011 at 1:39 PM
angela simione said...

everyone- thank you so much. i can't tell you how much your concern helps. it truly does. i am lucky to have such watchful eyes around me.

i love you.

<3

January 22, 2011 at 9:05 AM
Heather Jerdee said...

Angela continual love and virtual hugs from Minnesota. <3

January 24, 2011 at 7:02 AM
Christine E. Hamm, Poet Professor Painter said...

I am so sorry. My heart is heavy for you.

February 17, 2011 at 5:14 PM

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