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Lamb
42" x 35"
oil on canvas, 2010
i finished this painting late last year. it is leaning against the wall in the living room. i've been sitting next to it a lot lately. while i read or scribble in my notebook in the evenings after my sweetie has gone off to bed, i sit by sylvia's portrait. there is something about her smile that comforts me. she is a rare beauty indeed and i feel protective of her image, her memory. when i look at her smile, i smile. this will be the first painting i take to the new place.
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.
4 comments:
She makes my heart ache.
xo
mine too.
<3
love it!
love to you, angela!!
yolanda, thank you!
<3
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