At two years of age Diana sat opposite her elder brother at the kitchen table one day watching him painting a picture of a very green and deceivingly peaceful English landscape. It was 1945 and in the last months of the war. She began to make a drawing of him painting his picture, beginning by drawing his head at the bottom of the paper followed by shoulders, body and legs until his feet reached the top of the page. “Upside down” their mother laughed— but no problem at all for the child and turning the page she set him right. She could have turned the paper sideways or somersaulted around the room but ‘upside down’ with all its creative potential planted the first seed of Diana’s long creative journey into the visual arts.
At two and a half years of age a visitor arrived from Canada to stay with the family. She was to be a GI bride and would marry her sweetheart. Taking Diana upon her knee she taught her a mysterious rhyme:
There was an old woman tossed up in a basket
Seventeen times as high as the moon,
Where she was going, I couldn’t but ask it
For in her hand she carried a broom.
“Old woman, old woman, old woman” quoth I
“Where are you going,
Flying so high?”
“To sweep the cobwebs out of the sky.”
“May I go with you?”
“Aye, by and by.”
By Mother Goose
Of course the little girl traveled to the moon! It was she who swept the cobwebs out of the sky and she continues still to this day with camera and pen in hand.
As familiar with the moon as she is with land.
Her trajectory has moved through earth and fire
As sculpture, with glass and light,
And poetry, with cosmic sound,
In space-time,
Films of earth and sky.
And in the gathering of all that is
A new expression is taking shape
Mysterious, evasive, not quite there.
Cosmos and earth are changing place.
The moth is sleeping on the glass,
Moonlit, cradled in the light.
Staged, and captured in the lens
Eye to eye and bound in heart.
Open Source, the message clear:
As earth and cosmos merge as one
New paths unfold of understanding
Felt and lived in trust and passion
To bring a new world to succession.
A woman now in older years
She shares her journey to its Zenith
The moon still watches from it’s orbit,
Cobwebs, strands of light entwining
A cosmic fabric finely woven
Pattern of a new becoming
In the I of eye beholding.
Life unfolds in........
Life unfolds—
Life unfolds.
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Life unfold
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