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 23, 2011



lately, to go to The World Outside i wear red lipstick. i've bought a second tube so that i have a bit of a choice in the morning. both are bright and alive.

the attention a red mouth brings can be very disconcerting. it's very strange. people approach me like they do SALE signs in store windows: with hunger. and yet it feels like the most natural, true face i have, the most honest face i've ever worn. without it, i feel naked. like a naked liar.



Pamela said...

I have stopped wearing red lipstick this year for some reason. I wore it for decades. This summer, I plan to return to it. Maybe I gave it up as a penance, but I still feel a little naked without my poppy mouth, my Persian red smile. Pink and burgundy don't have the same oomph.

Great post!

angela simione said...

hi pamela! i completely agree! pink and burgundy fall flat next to red. snooze. and i am so new to the red mouth but already it becomes a signature. i showed up to my german class one day without it and my instructor immediately asked "Wo ist deinen rot lippenstifte?" hahahaha! and when i returned wearing it to the next class, she was absolutely pleased and complimented me on it in front of the entire class. she's german and, though she seems to be in her late 50s or so, comes to class with streaks of hot pink in her blonde bob. i am inspired in more ways than one by her, and her approval of my red mouth wakes up an old need for a bright rebellion.

return to your poppy soon! thanks, pamela!