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.
i celebrated my independence by wearing red lipstick and having my passport photo taken. i can hear the boom of fireworks in the distance. i ran outside when they began but i can't see the show from where i live. it is enough this year just to hear the drumming of the blasts, that spectacular clap of faux thunder.
i spent the day making a small drawing and a series of photographic self-portraits. i have no clue what i'm trying to accomplish with photography, with these images, this form of image making. all i know is that i am drawn to it. it is so unlike painting. the intention behind a piece can be absolutely lost and replaced by mechanical or digital surprises. chance is in full operation regardless of how staged a photo may be. i embrace my amateur status and see these first exercises as a joyful event. i am turned on by the potential of photography and don't mind being bad at it for awhile.
the shirt i'm wearing is a plain Hanes t-shirt that i scribbled across with a sharpie. the stuffed bear in the background is one of the few remaining artifacts of my childhood. i really like that both the bear and the text in these works is clear but the characteristics of my face are not.