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 3, 2011

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this blog was meant to be about art.


i don't think it was ever just about art, in the object sense of the word.
i don't think i've ever talked about art in a way that is isolated, separate from my life, my daily windings.

the deaths we withstand. the quake of it. the longing.

this blog will be about living.
what happens when a girl loses her titles.
the transitions. the slippages. the shudders.
a status of absence.
a Non-Daughter.


i told my friend the other day: my life oscillates between Magical and Horrible.

i think it might be like that for a lot of people.

a hunting we will go.


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