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.

Apr 8, 2011

gift

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... but there has also been so much resilience. we have grown strong under the weight of certain things. there is a magic we contain. it's just so hard to reach it sometimes. nevertheless, a call to action: to not go quietly in to the grave. i am grateful to watch someone teach this lesson. i'm grateful to know someone who still thinks about teaching their children lessons like this even after they're all grown and out of the house. i'm grateful for the chance to watch this lesson be taught. i tell myself: watch and learn, little one. watch and learn.

4 comments:

Elisabeth said...

It is a good lesson, Angela, to learn by imitation, to watch and learn.

yolanda said...

i agree with elizabeth. but you have to digest everything then...
love your handwriting... you are brave...
same here, i relate to your stories.....
love!
yolanda

angela simione said...

elisabeth, yes. and "fake it til you make it" is a saying i've been keeping close lately too.

angela simione said...

yolanda, yes... and the digestion can be quite hard sometimes, it seems. and also it seems to take a lot longer than one might expect. i am trying to practice patience with myself.

thank you!