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. 
4 comments:
My mother also wore lipstick almost all the time, Angela, but like yours not any more, not since she's been ill.
this is so dear and so sweet Angela..
xo Jane.
I met a woman tonight who has an African Grey parrot called Angela! Like you and my sister Angela...
I was pleased when she said the parrot was called Angela.
Hope that makes you smile.
elisabeth, i'm so sorry to hear your mother is not well. (((BIG HUG)))
jane, thank you! and a parrot named Angela is hilarious! you made me laugh outloud! i hope she's a chatterbox! i am! hahaha! is your sister?
Post a Comment