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.

Oct 27, 2011

my ballerina feet

.


















.

6 comments:

Radish King said...

There's nothing gross about a writer's callus my dear friend. That is a badge of honor.
xo

Elisabeth said...

Hands and feet, Angela. It reminds me that the German for gloves when translated reads roughly as finger shoes.

angela simione said...

rebecca, THANK YOU!

(i've always been made to feel badly about it, the jerks, and lately i've felt self-concious of it.)

<3

angela simione said...

ha! elisabeth, yes! handschuhe! "hand shoe" :D

21k said...

something really fascinating about these pictures and i do love that chipped nail polish

xo

angela simione said...

Deirdre!!!! so good to see you!!!! and thank you! i looked down and thought the chipped polish would make for a good black and white photo. i'm happy you like it too! :D