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.
Showing posts with label favorite artists. Show all posts
Showing posts with label favorite artists. Show all posts

Aug 3, 2011

yep!

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(from the break room at work)

Feb 9, 2011

accuracy is scarce

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i feel it almost all the time. a bare bulb flickering against the dark ceiling. a Beginning. a Preparation. music finds me. i get lost. swept away. away away away. i move through the world while i am deep in my day-dream. roz told me a story. i am trying to gather my steam.

Jan 28, 2011

25 years ago today

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Challenger
70" x 60"
oil on canvas
jordan kantor, 2007


i was 5 years old and in kindergarten. we watched take off on the little television. then the explosion. our teacher turned of the television and didn't know how to answer our questions if everyone was okay, was the teacher hurt, will the astronauts be okay? she said "when you get home, ask your parents what just happened and they will explain all the streaks of white in the sky."

when i saw this painting in person at jordan's show a few years back it stole my breath. jordan was a teacher of mine. this is the image, exactly, as it is caught in my memory.

Dec 31, 2010

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My courage consisted in destroying all the usual reasons for living and discovering others. The discovery was made slowly.


The Thief's Journal, p. 175



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Sep 14, 2010

divine excuse!

i just found out that september 12 - 18 is National Arts in Education week! YAY!!!! this is a great excuse to fawn all over your favorites, research their work and ideas, or just bask in the awesomeness of painting, drawing, sculture, needlework, film, photography, performance, fashion, poetry, fiction, dance, etc, etc, etc!

ART GEEK IT UP!

here's 15 favorites of mine. i could've easily hit 100. 15 seemed a bit more fair. hahaha! i leave the research to you and your very capable hands. :)





kasimir malevich



annette messager




tracey emin




yuken teruya




vanessa beecroft




kiki smith




henry darger




ed ruscha




banks violette




sally mann




gerhard richter




anselm kiefer




anna gaskell




jenny holzer




artemisia gentileschi

Jul 10, 2010

weird world

we spent the evening with the work of some our favorite artists: our beloved ed ruscha and anselm kiefer and gerhard richter and barbara kruger and louise bourgeois. we stayed at the museum until closing, bought postcards, and i whispered to my friend "see. i, too, have a church." and she emphatically agreed. and we left as opposite selves, totally cleansed of the stress we had carried in with us. we left calm and light.

museum trips are amazing things.

and on the freeway heading home around 2am, 3 car-loads of cops pulled a man over right in front of me. pulled him over in such a way that they blocked the freeway so i had to stop too. and before i knew what was going on, all the cops were out of their cars, using the car doors as shields, weapons drawn, all of them screaming. and i was right there. right behind them. right in the spot where a stray bullet would go. so i hunched over sideways and peeked up just a little. this went on for 10 minutes or so. more and more cops showed up. once they got the man out of the car and in cuffs, they waved us through. and at the next 5 exits, i noticed there was a squad car at each and every one. i have no clue who that man was but he obviously commands a lot of attention. it was all strange and sad and a bit scary. i've never seen that many cops yelling all at once before. and i've definitely never been in a situation where a cop had to get a rifle out.

that was the wee hours of friday morning.

freakish.

a very odd pairing of events inside the same day.