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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