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 middle child. Show all posts
Showing posts with label middle child. Show all posts

Jul 7, 2010

here she is!

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middle child (2)
66" x 30"
mixed media on paper
angela simione, 2010



you can sort of see the sky sparkles. glittery paint is hard to capture in a photograph! but the rest of the work is all graphite.


p.s. the larger the work, the smaller the picture. :/ i need to invest in a better camera soon.

May 5, 2010

it is not peaceful.

it is because i am the middle-child. text-book that way. secret keeper and all that. learning how to pick battles carefully. learned already. and the great mass of information that i have, quiet and still under the line of the water. beneath. asleep. maybe not asleep. maybe not anymore.

the slow advance.

the cycle of thawing and freezing. melt a little. re-freeze. let the slush find its way back to ice. it is infinite. steady. sturdy. silent. a killer dressed in white. lace at the neck. it only looks soft.



middle child
15" x 22"
graphite on paper
angela simione, 2010