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.

Jan 7, 2014

exacerbating

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THE WAY YOU NEED TO BE LOVED   (exacerbating 1 & 2)
photo performance
angela simione, 2014


i finished the new blanket in the very early morning hours of january 1st.  i started it the day after i came home from germany 6 months ago.  it's amazing to see it finished.  it feels amazing to sleep below it, to hide from the sunlight that creeps into my room each morning, to dream below the teetering text that i have meditated on daily for half a year.

i can't set the idea down.  THE WAY YOU NEED TO BE LOVED.

how do i need to be loved?

how do you?

i am dumbfounded and compelled in the same breath.




i'm interested in finding the line between devotion and obsession, between catharsis and self-absorption.  i'm interested in the strange back and forth dance between these ideas...  the odd cadence contained in the image i made tonight of my naked self seated in front of an object in took so long to create, posed for the quick snap of a camera's shutter...  6 months caught inside the flutter of a split second...  devotion paired with instant gratification.

is my devotion soiled by my nudity?  does my body detract from the seriousness of the process of making a blanket entirely by hand?  does my skin somehow erase the beauty of my dedication?  the beauty of patience?  does my nudity compromise my talent for such faithfulness? and if so, why?  does the blur across my face help the matter?  does it ease the blow?  or am i exacerbating everything and making it even harder to find an answer to the question of  THE WAY YOU NEED TO BE LOVED?

do images like these make it harder for you to love me?

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4 comments:

james said...

you compromise nothing, but do so much to enhance all that is around and about you, in a blur of reality that no lens can hope to capture, only surround.

angela simione said...

thank you so much for this, james. i woke wondering if i should take this post down and your words have fortified me. in fact, i borrowed your word "enhance" this morning in my diary as a result. :) thank you for steeling me. <3 <3 <3

pviljoen said...

This is excellent work. No need for shame. Have you read Violette le Duc? 'La Batarde'
Also, a local South African artist, Minette Vari, does work like this. Using her own body creatively as catharsis. This is Art.

angela simione said...

i've not read that work and i'm not familiar with Minette Vari! i will look them both up promptly! thank you! so grateful to be turned on to the work of others! :D