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.

Feb 27, 2011

is it enough to just be a Diarist? especially in the most encompassing sense of the word? is it okay to only want to scribble? and make sweaters? and paint my fingernails and my toenails? and paint portraits sometimes? sometimes draw, sometimes not? and read filthy, highbrow erotica like Georges Bataille and Anais Nin? is it enough that this is my week? and that this week is my life? and studying German, learning a new group of words and sounds? is it okay to sit quietly and not move my pen for 15 minutes at a time some mornings? is it okay to want to smell exceptionally good? is it enough to let my life be about these things? at least for now?

6 comments:

Elisabeth said...

Of course it's enough, and more than enough it's a great deal.

Heather Jerdee said...

Yes <3

Radish King said...

it's perfectx

angela simione said...

thank you, sweethearts. :)

i get worried that i don't do enough, that i don't make enough "progress". a very american disease, i think.

yolanda said...

i used to write a lot in my diaries. then i stopped, i was thinking too much. i stopped, i prefer poetry or painting as another way of following a diary... a termometer of moods, people, life!!!!
love!

angela simione said...

"thermometer of moods"

that is absolutely gorgeous. i love that... what a perfect way to think of painting/poetry. thank you so much, yolanda.

<3