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.
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May 10, 2010

this man



when i first cruised through the MOMA's flickr set for the Marina Abramović: The Artist Is Present retrospective a few weeks ago, i was so struck by his face. such an awesome beauty. true beauty. this reaching out. his eyes. and the longing to trust so apparent, so honest, made evident. maybe fearful but also courageous. and i'm so glad i'm not the only one who was captivated by his emotion, his openness.

his name is Paco Blancas.