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 2, 2014

YOLO

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58th @ telegraph
oakland, CA 2014


walking home in the cold tonight through oakland, i came across a couch that had been abandonned on the side of the road and totally stripped of its skin. perfect canvas for an Ode to David Wojnarowicz.  this is an action i've been taking for close to two years now.  the text is taken from his essay THE SUICIDE OF A GUY WHO ONCE BUILT A SHRINE OVER A MOUSE HOLE which is one of the most affective, searing personal essays i've ever read.  David Wojnarowicz is one of my most favorite artists.  an instant beloved and i ache for his loss.  the art and writing he left in his wake is beyond tremendous and i am inspired every day by his endless bravery and daring.  he was in touch with his own mortality the way few people are and, fearlessly, the man created and loved and didn't apologize for either of those things.  if you haven't read the essay, get your hands on it.  get your hands on any/all of his work.  because make no mistake: one day this is going to be YOU, friend.  each and every last one of us is going to meet our end.

SMELL THE FLOWERS WHILE YOU CAN.


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