Wednesday, September 16, 2015
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diana in the country...(mama's happy artisan market)
i participated in the mama's happy artisan market this past weekend. it was so much fun and met so many nice people. (thank you amanda and jolie!)
if you have read my last blog, you know that i am just getting back out in the world and doing things.
i had to tell flora that i would be working away from the studio for a few days, there would be no starbucks for her, and she would be hanging at her friend dukes house. these are the faces she gave me!
then, i swapped my small car with my friends car, "big rig" and loaded up for the show.
i printed the directions out and hit the road. the directions said it would only take me 38 minutes to get there. after an hour and a half of driving, i pulled into a gas station to ask directions..the attendant just shook his head, and told me to go back for 45 miles and turn..ok. in the meantime, steve, who knows that i get lost all of the time, is texting me and reminding me that i have a map app on my phone.
i don't stress out about getting lost. i have been this way since i can remember...but, here was my stressor...when will the big rig need gas, and what kind? i have never pumped my own gas before...
i made it there in with plenty of gas still in the tank, drove up to my tent to unload, and the rain starts coming.. oh well...the tent was up and i started to work on my display. i got distracted when i saw chickens. i am a city girl.
then there was this....WHAT? i never have.....until now!!
all set up, have directions to get home..trade cars again and start relaxing...only to hear thunder, lightening and rain for hours. i just told myself that the tent and its sides would protect my work.
back on the road, the next morning...driving and seeing pretty countryside, horses, cows etc and arrive at mama's happy. i was told to park next door at the neighbors. well...i saw plenty of room, so i decided with my mad driving skills (i rarely drive!!) to back in the spot, so when it was time to leave, i would be ready...that is when my car slides in the mud, and spun a bit. stuck. oh well. locked it up and went to my booth/tent where all was dry. by the end of the day, the sun had dried out the mud enough for me to get out.
the weather turned out to be perfect although a bit chilly, good music i met wonderful people, fun art to see, several of my old and new friends were there. it was a successful event.
i am now home, have my own car back, unpacking in the studio, and have flora home with me.
life is good other than a cold that i caught..
thank you for taking the time to read this...always open to any feedback.
diana
p.s. thank you coco and wendy for helping me pack up to go home....xoxo
if you have read my last blog, you know that i am just getting back out in the world and doing things.
i had to tell flora that i would be working away from the studio for a few days, there would be no starbucks for her, and she would be hanging at her friend dukes house. these are the faces she gave me!
then, i swapped my small car with my friends car, "big rig" and loaded up for the show.
i printed the directions out and hit the road. the directions said it would only take me 38 minutes to get there. after an hour and a half of driving, i pulled into a gas station to ask directions..the attendant just shook his head, and told me to go back for 45 miles and turn..ok. in the meantime, steve, who knows that i get lost all of the time, is texting me and reminding me that i have a map app on my phone.
i don't stress out about getting lost. i have been this way since i can remember...but, here was my stressor...when will the big rig need gas, and what kind? i have never pumped my own gas before...
i made it there in with plenty of gas still in the tank, drove up to my tent to unload, and the rain starts coming.. oh well...the tent was up and i started to work on my display. i got distracted when i saw chickens. i am a city girl.
then there was this....WHAT? i never have.....until now!!
all set up, have directions to get home..trade cars again and start relaxing...only to hear thunder, lightening and rain for hours. i just told myself that the tent and its sides would protect my work.
back on the road, the next morning...driving and seeing pretty countryside, horses, cows etc and arrive at mama's happy. i was told to park next door at the neighbors. well...i saw plenty of room, so i decided with my mad driving skills (i rarely drive!!) to back in the spot, so when it was time to leave, i would be ready...that is when my car slides in the mud, and spun a bit. stuck. oh well. locked it up and went to my booth/tent where all was dry. by the end of the day, the sun had dried out the mud enough for me to get out.
the weather turned out to be perfect although a bit chilly, good music i met wonderful people, fun art to see, several of my old and new friends were there. it was a successful event.
i am now home, have my own car back, unpacking in the studio, and have flora home with me.
life is good other than a cold that i caught..
thank you for taking the time to read this...always open to any feedback.
diana
p.s. thank you coco and wendy for helping me pack up to go home....xoxo
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
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coming home to me.....
about 10 years ago, i divorced my husband (wasband) of 27 years. i bought my first home alone (a townhouse), and started a new life. i was still feeling raw from losing my dad a couple of years prior to this.
moving into my sweet little house felt so peaceful, blissful and hopeful.
i loved my first year there...i had a cozy home, a beautiful patio, and my studio moved in with me (it had been in a warehouse full of other artists).
i felt free and happy, and never lost being a strong minded person... it ended in a flash.
i began to be threatened and harassed by a neighbor, ended up in court for a much too long law suit, restraining order involved..you get the picture.
in the midst of all this chaos, i met steve (perma date). we decided to live together, and 6 months later we bought our home.
the lawsuit was on going, but i just worked and created and tried to settle into my new life. the lawsuit finally ended about a year after we moved here.
then i got really sick with a thyroid misdiagnosis, then cancer.
between the lawsuit and illness, i lost all of my money.. and never wanting to have the starving artist syndrome, i knew i would keep working.
i have spent the last 5 years healing and working. my art work is what kept me sane...and steve.
i rarely left the house, when i saw my friends, they came here. i used to be a social creature, but i just wanted to isolate. i avoided people in our new neighborhood, and when i had to go out, i was usually with steve. going out was an effort.
there was no feeling of anxiety or depression (i do know what that feels like) , just a feeling of wanting to isolate. my peace was in my studio.
i am so grateful for social media, keeping me connected on some level with the world.
then in a flash...it changed, again. for some reason, i decided to go to an indie kindred gathering, where i met jen lee, rachel owen awes and many other artists..wonderful evening.
there was a neighborhood night out...went to that.
went to linda petersons' cd release event, with steve, (everyone should have her cd, it has become the music played most in my studio)..fun evening.
brunches and lunches, seeing my friends out in the world, grocery shopping, signing up for shows, and reconnecting...
i don't feel 100% like the old me, but feel at home with the new me. finally.
thank you for taking the time to read my blog. let me know if you have any questions or comments.
diana
moving into my sweet little house felt so peaceful, blissful and hopeful.
i loved my first year there...i had a cozy home, a beautiful patio, and my studio moved in with me (it had been in a warehouse full of other artists).
i felt free and happy, and never lost being a strong minded person... it ended in a flash.
i began to be threatened and harassed by a neighbor, ended up in court for a much too long law suit, restraining order involved..you get the picture.
in the midst of all this chaos, i met steve (perma date). we decided to live together, and 6 months later we bought our home.
the lawsuit was on going, but i just worked and created and tried to settle into my new life. the lawsuit finally ended about a year after we moved here.
then i got really sick with a thyroid misdiagnosis, then cancer.
between the lawsuit and illness, i lost all of my money.. and never wanting to have the starving artist syndrome, i knew i would keep working.
i have spent the last 5 years healing and working. my art work is what kept me sane...and steve.
i rarely left the house, when i saw my friends, they came here. i used to be a social creature, but i just wanted to isolate. i avoided people in our new neighborhood, and when i had to go out, i was usually with steve. going out was an effort.
there was no feeling of anxiety or depression (i do know what that feels like) , just a feeling of wanting to isolate. my peace was in my studio.
i am so grateful for social media, keeping me connected on some level with the world.
then in a flash...it changed, again. for some reason, i decided to go to an indie kindred gathering, where i met jen lee, rachel owen awes and many other artists..wonderful evening.
there was a neighborhood night out...went to that.
brunches and lunches, seeing my friends out in the world, grocery shopping, signing up for shows, and reconnecting...
i don't feel 100% like the old me, but feel at home with the new me. finally.
thank you for taking the time to read my blog. let me know if you have any questions or comments.
diana
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
diana d darden: diana d darden: confession...
diana d darden: diana d darden: confession...: diana d darden: confession... : i have been a book lover since i can remember. i want them around me, my house is full of them. i love the ...
diana d darden: confession...
diana d darden: confession...: i have been a book lover since i can remember. i want them around me, my house is full of them. i love the smell, the feel, and the beautif...
confession...
i have been a book lover since i can remember. i want them around me, my house is full of them.
i love the smell, the feel, and the beautiful look of books.
our house was always full of books, i can remember my parents being avid readers.
i read every night before i fall asleep. i am sure that what i read influences my thoughts and dreams about my art work...a color that has been described, a scenerio, a thought. i read lighthearted books before i fall asleep, but throughout the day...
i will see a cookbook in the kitchen, and look at the yummy pictures and read the directions....(then tell steve about it, since he has become the cook in our house).
in the living room and dining room, i have stacks of "coffee table" books, that are very distracting from what i should be doing, decorating books, books about the Virgin Mary, and some of my favorite books that i have read...
in our den, novels, atlas, art, travel books etc..
in the studio
more than once, when i was in high school i told my mom that i didn't feel well and stayed home and i also skipped school (which was a challenge, we had guards in front of the school, and the school was in a compound) to go home and finish a book i was reading. my favorites back then were, Gone With The Wind, anything by James Michener, biographies, and mysteries. i actually would read anything, other than school books.
when my son was growing up, i made a rule that everyday, we "had" to read for 20 minutes. by the time he was in junior high, he had so much homework, that i backed down from that rule. it still makes me happy when he mentions a book that he is reading.
now i can CONFESS...when i read at night and when we travel, i use a Kindle. i still keep my favorite books around the house, but if i am cozy in bed, and don't want to get up, or if we are on vacation and i am on the beach, i want to be able to instantly access another book.
favorites of mine....
Our Lady of the Lost and Found, by Diane Schoemperlen
the Josephine Bonaparte Trilogy, by Sandra Guilland
the Scarpetta books, by Patricia Cornwell (have to reread since i forgot where i left off..)
Janet Evanovich..her books are silly fun
there are actually so many...i might need to do another blog about them...maybe like a book report, to make up for all of the times i didn't turn a book report into the teacher!!
thank you for taking the time to read this..
always open to thoughts, and good book recommendations..
diana
i love the smell, the feel, and the beautiful look of books.
our house was always full of books, i can remember my parents being avid readers.
i read every night before i fall asleep. i am sure that what i read influences my thoughts and dreams about my art work...a color that has been described, a scenerio, a thought. i read lighthearted books before i fall asleep, but throughout the day...
i will see a cookbook in the kitchen, and look at the yummy pictures and read the directions....(then tell steve about it, since he has become the cook in our house).
in the living room and dining room, i have stacks of "coffee table" books, that are very distracting from what i should be doing, decorating books, books about the Virgin Mary, and some of my favorite books that i have read...
in our den, novels, atlas, art, travel books etc..
more than once, when i was in high school i told my mom that i didn't feel well and stayed home and i also skipped school (which was a challenge, we had guards in front of the school, and the school was in a compound) to go home and finish a book i was reading. my favorites back then were, Gone With The Wind, anything by James Michener, biographies, and mysteries. i actually would read anything, other than school books.
when my son was growing up, i made a rule that everyday, we "had" to read for 20 minutes. by the time he was in junior high, he had so much homework, that i backed down from that rule. it still makes me happy when he mentions a book that he is reading.
now i can CONFESS...when i read at night and when we travel, i use a Kindle. i still keep my favorite books around the house, but if i am cozy in bed, and don't want to get up, or if we are on vacation and i am on the beach, i want to be able to instantly access another book.
favorites of mine....
Our Lady of the Lost and Found, by Diane Schoemperlen
the Josephine Bonaparte Trilogy, by Sandra Guilland
Janet Evanovich..her books are silly fun
there are actually so many...i might need to do another blog about them...maybe like a book report, to make up for all of the times i didn't turn a book report into the teacher!!
thank you for taking the time to read this..
always open to thoughts, and good book recommendations..
diana
Thursday, August 6, 2015
diana d darden: Balance...in my world
diana d darden: Balance...in my world: i know it is only thursday...but already this week, i have learned a lot about how i look at balance in my world. ...
Balance...in my world
i know it is only thursday...but already this week, i have learned a lot about how i look at balance in my world.
BAD GOOD
1. had my quartly cancer check up still cancer free
(owie and crampy)
2. tripped in my messy studio no broken bones
(ouch)
3. while tripping, dropped a wet (sealer) saved the canvas
canvas
4. got stung by wasp slept like a baby from all of the
(big ouch) benadryl
5. got a new label maker, posted on i am sure that once i get this label maker
facebook how i couldn't figure out working, my studio will magically be
how to use it, got a call from my brother organized.
laughing at me, and my friend from
high school sent me a link for a how to
video...(grateful for the info)
6. ate some really good chocolate had restarted my healthy eating plan
(a lot)
i think for the rest of the week, i will be at my work table, making art, and trying not to stab myself with a tool...but if i do, i am sure i will find something good about it...like maybe wear a cool bandaid, or not swear when it happens...
tripping area to be labeled
BAD GOOD
1. had my quartly cancer check up still cancer free
(owie and crampy)
2. tripped in my messy studio no broken bones
(ouch)
3. while tripping, dropped a wet (sealer) saved the canvas
canvas
4. got stung by wasp slept like a baby from all of the
(big ouch) benadryl
5. got a new label maker, posted on i am sure that once i get this label maker
facebook how i couldn't figure out working, my studio will magically be
how to use it, got a call from my brother organized.
laughing at me, and my friend from
high school sent me a link for a how to
video...(grateful for the info)
6. ate some really good chocolate had restarted my healthy eating plan
(a lot)
i think for the rest of the week, i will be at my work table, making art, and trying not to stab myself with a tool...but if i do, i am sure i will find something good about it...like maybe wear a cool bandaid, or not swear when it happens...
tripping area to be labeled
saved
canvas
Thursday, July 30, 2015
diana d darden: setting the table
diana d darden: setting the table: when steve and i merged our lives and bought a home together, we knew we would be entertaining.we both enjoy it. steve is great in the kitch...
setting the table
when steve and i merged our lives and bought a home together, we knew we would be entertaining.we both enjoy it. steve is great in the kitchen and the grill, and i love getting the table ready (believe me, nothing like i learned at "charm" school when i was young...i can set a table with 27 pieces of silverware).
last week, steves' family come to town for a family reunion. we had his siblings, their families and chosen family here for dinner...18 people.
steve started a couple of days before the get together, marinating, chopping and getting the smoker ready...
this is what i do... stare at the dishes, the linens, check out my flower garden and look around the house for things to use as a centerpiece. I LOVE SETTING A TABLE!
steve often teases me when i am leaving the house and asks if i am going out to buy more dishes or linens. haha steve.
i set the table the same way i work on a piece in the studio, layers, mixes of colors and textures.
our table only seats six, so i often set it for buffet style. we are informal anyway, so this works well for us.
more than once when we are entertaining... the question i get asked is... don't you have paper plates, plastic cups and utensils....NO!!!! what would be the point of having stuff if you are not going to use it??? i think that you should use the things you have, and more importantly, surround yourself with people you love.
and...after the food is consumed, dishes washed, family gone... we get in the car and go someplace quiet for a few days....where we often use paper plates!!
last week, steves' family come to town for a family reunion. we had his siblings, their families and chosen family here for dinner...18 people.
steve started a couple of days before the get together, marinating, chopping and getting the smoker ready...
this is what i do... stare at the dishes, the linens, check out my flower garden and look around the house for things to use as a centerpiece. I LOVE SETTING A TABLE!
steve often teases me when i am leaving the house and asks if i am going out to buy more dishes or linens. haha steve.
i set the table the same way i work on a piece in the studio, layers, mixes of colors and textures.
our table only seats six, so i often set it for buffet style. we are informal anyway, so this works well for us.
more than once when we are entertaining... the question i get asked is... don't you have paper plates, plastic cups and utensils....NO!!!! what would be the point of having stuff if you are not going to use it??? i think that you should use the things you have, and more importantly, surround yourself with people you love.
and...after the food is consumed, dishes washed, family gone... we get in the car and go someplace quiet for a few days....where we often use paper plates!!
Monday, July 20, 2015
diana d darden: the ugliest "c" word
diana d darden: the ugliest "c" word: i remember what i was wearing, ( an orange sundress), the day the doctor told me i had cancer (bladder cancer). that was 3 years ago, ...
the ugliest "c" word
i remember what i was wearing, ( an orange sundress), the day the doctor told me i had cancer (bladder cancer).
that was 3 years ago, i am cancer free, but still have to go thru treatments. it does not matter what i wore, what matters is what i decided to do...
once i got thru the intitial shock, making surgery arrangements, a mini melt down, telling my family and other loved ones, i had a million thoughts...
one of the first things i thought was about my son beau. he has grown up to be a strong young man, and knew that he would probably take on the challenge of dealing with my studio if things did not go well. that is enough to scare the strongest person. so i made the decision to deal with my own studio....
this is how i deal with it... MAKE ART!!
every morning, i get up before steve and flora, get my coffee and head down to the studio. i take care of the biz part of the biz, then meander to my work table. there are days that i am so tired that i just sit there, i have even fallen asleep there, only to wake up with scraps of papers and who knows what on me. it is there that i am surrounded by my papers, sparkly things, and all of the beautiful messes.
my decision to show up everyday in my gross studio garb, and to continue to work, has shown me that creating for me is stronger than my fear of cancer. so, when i am in my closet, and i see that orange sundress, i just remember that hearing the ugliest word is just a reminder to get up, get busy, create beauty (and humor) around you.
once i got thru the intitial shock, making surgery arrangements, a mini melt down, telling my family and other loved ones, i had a million thoughts...
one of the first things i thought was about my son beau. he has grown up to be a strong young man, and knew that he would probably take on the challenge of dealing with my studio if things did not go well. that is enough to scare the strongest person. so i made the decision to deal with my own studio....
this is how i deal with it... MAKE ART!!
every morning, i get up before steve and flora, get my coffee and head down to the studio. i take care of the biz part of the biz, then meander to my work table. there are days that i am so tired that i just sit there, i have even fallen asleep there, only to wake up with scraps of papers and who knows what on me. it is there that i am surrounded by my papers, sparkly things, and all of the beautiful messes.
my decision to show up everyday in my gross studio garb, and to continue to work, has shown me that creating for me is stronger than my fear of cancer. so, when i am in my closet, and i see that orange sundress, i just remember that hearing the ugliest word is just a reminder to get up, get busy, create beauty (and humor) around you.
... and as far as cancer goes, arm yourself with lots of permission to be tired, and surround yourself with people who love you.....thank you for taking the time to read this. feedback is always welcome.
diana
Friday, July 17, 2015
you never forget your first....
minneapolis is a great city to be an artist, and to see art.
the best place to venture into is a gallery called GALLERY 360. it is located in south minneapolis on 50th and xerxes.
the owner, Merry Beck, and her knowledgable and charming crew have made this a gem in the city for the past 15 years. Gallery 360 carries fine art, jewelry, wearable art and pieces of art that everyone can afford. it is displayed so well that everything looks like a masterpiece.
my very first gallery show was at gallery 360, i have been given 2 more since then. my most recent show was last novemeber. i collaged on large canvas. merry, more than anyone has challenged me with my work. she understands art, artists, and her clients.
when people come to visit us, there is no mention of going to the mall of america..we go to gallery 360, which is more of a treat! flora adora loves to go to the gallery ...especially since she discovered that she can shop for herself there as well.
GALLERY 360
3011 west 50th st
minneapolis, mn 55410
phone 612-925-2400
www.gallery360mpls.com
thank you for taking the time to read this, i am always open to comments and feedback.
minneapolis is a great city to be an artist, and to see art.
the best place to venture into is a gallery called GALLERY 360. it is located in south minneapolis on 50th and xerxes.
the owner, Merry Beck, and her knowledgable and charming crew have made this a gem in the city for the past 15 years. Gallery 360 carries fine art, jewelry, wearable art and pieces of art that everyone can afford. it is displayed so well that everything looks like a masterpiece.
my very first gallery show was at gallery 360, i have been given 2 more since then. my most recent show was last novemeber. i collaged on large canvas. merry, more than anyone has challenged me with my work. she understands art, artists, and her clients.
when any one asks me when i knew i was an artist, i always reflect on my first show...it solidified that i am doing what i should be doing.
GALLERY 360
3011 west 50th st
minneapolis, mn 55410
phone 612-925-2400
www.gallery360mpls.com
thank you for taking the time to read this, i am always open to comments and feedback.
Monday, July 13, 2015
diana d darden: the 13 year ache... tomorrow will be the 13th yea...
diana d darden: the 13 year ache...
tomorrow will be the 13th yea...: the 13 year ache... tomorrow will be the 13th year of the anniversary of the death of my dad. i carry this ache, that has now part of me, ...
tomorrow will be the 13th yea...: the 13 year ache... tomorrow will be the 13th year of the anniversary of the death of my dad. i carry this ache, that has now part of me, ...
the 13 year ache...
tomorrow will be the 13th year of the anniversary of the death of my dad. i carry this ache, that has now part of me, every day. it is not a physical pain, but a feeling that a piece of my heart is missing...
my dad had many titles...colonel to some, daddy to his 6 children and papa to all of his grandchildren.
often people think that when you are raised in a military family, that your dad is some tough guy. i didn't know that side of him, other than the respect that others gave to him when we were out in public. the side i knew and adored, was a very gentle man, smart, playful, and a great sense of humor. (you knew you had crossed a "line" with him, when his two eyebrows became one..no words needed to be said).
i got to spend the last 6 weeks of his life with him. he was dying, and i was lucky to share that time with him. one morning, when we were talking, he said... "have fun everyday..i did"..
at first that statement shook me up a little..this from a man who had been to war twice, had some sad things happen in his personal life, and had lived with so many respondsibilities. but, then i start remembering...his love of family, music, books, art, and life.
he was a man who had seen many ugly things, but would tell me about the beautiful things he had seen in his life. the only war stories i heard, were very colorful and humorous ones. he was old school, where men did not talk about war or swear around woman.
my dad celebrated his children and their choices. he loved my work and never tried to discourage me from doing any thing other than what i loved and wanted to do. he told all of us that he just wanted us to be happy and to do what makes us happy. this is one of the reasons, that every day, i get up and go into my studio. he taught me about work ethics, and would be giddy today if he could hang out in the studio with me!
my ache and i will be in the studio...making art and knowing that my dad is some place celebrating that i am doing what his influences taught me...to have fun everyday...
tomorrow will be the 13th year of the anniversary of the death of my dad. i carry this ache, that has now part of me, every day. it is not a physical pain, but a feeling that a piece of my heart is missing...
my dad had many titles...colonel to some, daddy to his 6 children and papa to all of his grandchildren.
often people think that when you are raised in a military family, that your dad is some tough guy. i didn't know that side of him, other than the respect that others gave to him when we were out in public. the side i knew and adored, was a very gentle man, smart, playful, and a great sense of humor. (you knew you had crossed a "line" with him, when his two eyebrows became one..no words needed to be said).
i got to spend the last 6 weeks of his life with him. he was dying, and i was lucky to share that time with him. one morning, when we were talking, he said... "have fun everyday..i did"..
at first that statement shook me up a little..this from a man who had been to war twice, had some sad things happen in his personal life, and had lived with so many respondsibilities. but, then i start remembering...his love of family, music, books, art, and life.
he was a man who had seen many ugly things, but would tell me about the beautiful things he had seen in his life. the only war stories i heard, were very colorful and humorous ones. he was old school, where men did not talk about war or swear around woman.
my dad celebrated his children and their choices. he loved my work and never tried to discourage me from doing any thing other than what i loved and wanted to do. he told all of us that he just wanted us to be happy and to do what makes us happy. this is one of the reasons, that every day, i get up and go into my studio. he taught me about work ethics, and would be giddy today if he could hang out in the studio with me!
my ache and i will be in the studio...making art and knowing that my dad is some place celebrating that i am doing what his influences taught me...to have fun everyday...
Friday, July 10, 2015
colorful world = colorful life
i was raised as an army brat. i loved the life that came with it. we lived in several states, panama, and i graduated from high school at the tehran american school. my parents loved to travel, so the world was ours to see, experience and touch.
what i remember most are the colors....
the oceans and seas all have their own blues, greens and murky colors.
the trees are every color imaginable.
the people, the food, terrain..all different colors.
when i am working, all of these colors start popping out of my memories. i don't really know the given names to many colors, i just tell myself things like, i want to use the blue i saw on a tile in istanbul, or that ishy green from an alligator in florida, the velvet brown on the back of the magnolia leaf, the pink on a wall in paris....
this is how i file things in my brain. works nicely for artwork, lousy for bookkeeping.
i settled in minneapolis... and when i am in my studio, and see this out of the window,
i just start traveling through the files in my brain...
today, i think that the only traveling that i will do, is with flora adora...to starbucks. then back to work in the studio!!
happy weekend ahead....
diana
i was raised as an army brat. i loved the life that came with it. we lived in several states, panama, and i graduated from high school at the tehran american school. my parents loved to travel, so the world was ours to see, experience and touch.
what i remember most are the colors....
the oceans and seas all have their own blues, greens and murky colors.
the trees are every color imaginable.
the people, the food, terrain..all different colors.
when i am working, all of these colors start popping out of my memories. i don't really know the given names to many colors, i just tell myself things like, i want to use the blue i saw on a tile in istanbul, or that ishy green from an alligator in florida, the velvet brown on the back of the magnolia leaf, the pink on a wall in paris....
this is how i file things in my brain. works nicely for artwork, lousy for bookkeeping.
i settled in minneapolis... and when i am in my studio, and see this out of the window,
i just start traveling through the files in my brain...
today, i think that the only traveling that i will do, is with flora adora...to starbucks. then back to work in the studio!!
happy weekend ahead....
diana
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