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.

Jul 17, 2012

lately, and for the past several years, this has been the reason

i take pictures of myself to see this image with my own two eyes.  somewhere inside me lives the notion that seeing is believing and maybe i don't believe any of this is real.  everything that has come before now feels like a lie.  like sabotage.  i was never that girl.  i take pictures of myself to catalogue the deep breath in.  the held oxygen.  to prove to myself that i actually exist.
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