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 silly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silly. Show all posts

Apr 23, 2010

friday morning hijinks!

wrestle around on the living room floor, get your dog in a leg lock, and grab your camera, kids!





Inga as Frank the Bunny


:)


p.s. polka dot pajamas: very necessary.

Dec 12, 2009

hi

when it's raining outside and you get sick and tired of making pot-holders, have some emo fun with your camera! you know you've done it. we're all guilty. and besides, now you can see who's behind all this crazy bullshit. ;)

May 21, 2009

just a thought...

do you ever sometimes think how much easier life would be if socks were like jeans and you could wear them more than once before having to wash them? this is, of course, not the case and i don't suggest it. i know because i've attempted it a few times when i was too lazy to look around for clean socks in the pile of clean clothes that i was too lazy to put away. an unfortunate and lowly decision because, should you try this at home, it will also just so happen to be the day you go to someone's house for the first time and there's a "no shoes on the carpet" policy or some other strange experience that forces you to remove your shoes. it is embarrassing and disgusting and you pity your lazy self for quite some time afterward. but you learn your lesson... but i still can't help but sometimes wonder how much easier life would be if socks were more like jeans...

:)