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Welcome to my sanctuary, where color and flow combine to create unique experiences on canvas.
In many ways, these pieces are like my children, each with its own spirit and personality. Some are well-behaved, while others are a bit sassy, but I love them all.
Each canvas has a story behind it, expressing something that resonates differently each time I look at it. They consist of more than just paint and various materials; I see them as Rorschach inkblots, serving as portals that challenge the imagination.
Above all, it’s about the absolute freedom and serenity of losing myself in the ebb and flow of each brush stroke.
I invite you to explore and enjoy the alternate universe of Diana Kemp.
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About The Artist
I’ve always been a nomadic spirit. Travel is my passion, and exploring new places and situations infuses me with excitement and energy. Homesickness was never an issue. In fact, I never wanted to return home. I thrived in the whirlwind of new adventures and experiences, whether trying a different cuisine, exploring a different culture, or admiring a landscape from a different perspective.
What I’ve also discovered is that I’m a nomadic artist, traveling from one creative style to another. I seldom know the destination, only the journey, with each canvas an opening door to imagination. Much like a backpacker hitching a ride to the next stop, my paintbrush is the vehicle carrying me.
Art has also taught me a lesson in expanding my horizons and stepping beyond self-imposed boundaries. So often, we fear trying something new or venturing to a place we’ve never been before. We become comfortable and used to a routine. Yes, I procrastinated before sitting down to paint that first canvas, but a door opened once that first brushstroke splashed color on the bare canvas.
I stepped through and haven’t looked back.
It started with a nagging voice in my mind in March 2024. “Paint”. I questioned why I was suddenly and repeatedly hearing this word. Paint? Judging from my experience with a college art class, I assumed I couldn’t paint. My talent from childhood was writing. Yet the voice continued to urge me to paint. I tried to ignore it, but it evolved from a whisper to a shout.
Yes, my mom drew and painted in oils, but she favored roses and chalk pencil drawings of family members. Had she given me a secret gift? Was she the voice?
By the end of March, I obeyed the voice and ordered art supplies. I chose acrylics because it was a good starting point for beginners. When everything arrived, I stared at my collection for several days before picking up a brush and applying tentative abstract strokes in bold blue and yellow to a small canvas panel.
The result stunned me. (Insert image of painting) I showed the painting to a friend, and she loved the colors.
So, was I onto something? Had I discovered a long-slumbering talent for abstract painting?
And the rest, as they say, was history.
A year later, canvases surround me like a garden grown from magic mushrooms. Colors and textures fill the rooms, and the joy I feel seeing my creations is unlike any other experience. Art is a vision borne from the heart and soul. It’s an expression that belies explanation. It just is.
The simplest way to explain my process is that there is no process. Ideas come to me like phantom paper airplanes drifting into my mind. Many of my paintings started in one direction and ended up completely different from my initial vision. Others were mistakes – and there were many – which produced even better results than expected. Ultimately, painting is a learning curve. Each stroke is a lesson, a creative journey fueled by imagination. Passion fuels my paintbrush, which I like to call “automatic painting.”
I approach the exploration of art the way a child would on Christmas: with fun, excitement, and anticipation. Art has taught me to view the world from a completely different perspective. Anything is game for my canvases, be it a fabric remnant, a colorful broach or rhinestone, an interesting tool, or a new type of medium.
Inspiration awaits everywhere. Art stores, museums, gardens, jet contrails, cloud patterns, and even graffiti seen from a freeway reveal potential for future canvases. A random paint spill reveals an intriguing pattern. Ripples on water create visions. The colors of a vivid sunset spark a new color palette.
I thank the voice and mom for this wonderful gift.
Welcome to My Gallery
PORTFOLIO - 16 x 20
PORTFOLIO - 20 x 16
PORTFOLIO - 20 x 24
PORTFOLIO - 20 x 36
PORTFOLIO - 20 x 36
PORTFOLIO - 22 x 28
PORTFOLIO - 24 x 18
PORTFOLIO - 24 x 30
PORTFOLIO - 24 x 36
PORTFOLIO - 24 x 48
PORTFOLIO - 30 x 40
PORTFOLIO - The Black Series
Inspirational Quotes
I’ve always been a nomadic spirit. Travel is my passion, and exploring new places and situations infuses me with excitement and energy. Homesickness was never an issue. In fact, I never wanted to return home. I thrived in the whirlwind of new adventures and experiences, whether trying a different cuisine, exploring a different culture, or admiring a landscape from a different perspective.
What I’ve also discovered is that I’m a nomadic artist, traveling from one creative style to another. I seldom know the destination, only the journey, with each canvas an opening door to imagination. Much like a backpacker hitching a ride to the next stop, my paintbrush is the vehicle carrying me.
Art has also taught me a lesson in expanding my horizons and stepping beyond self-imposed boundaries. So often, we fear trying something new or venturing to a place we’ve never been before. We become comfortable and used to a routine. Yes, I procrastinated before sitting down to paint that first canvas, but a door opened once that first brushstroke splashed color on the bare canvas.
I stepped through and haven’t looked back.
It started with a nagging voice in my mind in March 2024. “Paint”. I questioned why I was suddenly and repeatedly hearing this word. Paint? Judging from my experience with a college art class, I assumed I couldn’t paint. My talent from childhood was writing. Yet the voice continued to urge me to paint. I tried to ignore it, but it evolved from a whisper to a shout.
Yes, my mom drew and painted in oils, but she favored roses and chalk pencil drawings of family members. Had she given me a secret gift? Was she the voice?
By the end of March, I obeyed the voice and ordered art supplies. I chose acrylics because it was a good starting point for beginners. When everything arrived, I stared at my collection for several days before picking up a brush and applying tentative abstract strokes in bold blue and yellow to a small canvas panel.
The result stunned me. (Insert image of painting) I showed the painting to a friend, and she loved the colors.
So, was I onto something? Had I discovered a long-slumbering talent for abstract painting?
And the rest, as they say, was history.
A year later, canvases surround me like a garden grown from magic mushrooms. Colors and textures fill the rooms, and the joy I feel seeing my creations is unlike any other experience. Art is a vision borne from the heart and soul. It’s an expression that belies explanation. It just is.
The simplest way to explain my process is that there is no process. Ideas come to me like phantom paper airplanes drifting into my mind. Many of my paintings started in one direction and ended up completely different from my initial vision. Others were mistakes – and there were many – which produced even better results than expected. Ultimately, painting is a learning curve. Each stroke is a lesson, a creative journey fueled by imagination. Passion fuels my paintbrush, which I like to call “automatic painting.”
I approach the exploration of art the way a child would on Christmas: with fun, excitement, and anticipation. Art has taught me to view the world from a completely different perspective. Anything is game for my canvases, be it a fabric remnant, a colorful broach or rhinestone, an interesting tool, or a new type of medium.
Inspiration awaits everywhere. Art stores, museums, gardens, jet contrails, cloud patterns, and even graffiti seen from a freeway reveal potential for future canvases. A random paint spill reveals an intriguing pattern. Ripples on water create visions. The colors of a vivid sunset spark a new color palette.
I thank the voice and mom for this wonderful gift.
What makes art so fun?
Because it allows me to release my inner child onto the creative playground. Bursting with energy and impatience, I attack the canvas, spilling paint and spraying my clothes with their own artistic renderings. A glass ashtray I use as a paint rest has become an abstract work of art, along with a proudly displayed latex glove. The splattered plastic sheet that protects my work table is an ongoing source of inspiration as layer upon layer of colors and patterns inspire new ideas.
Chaos has become my playground. Different materials and mediums speak in many voices. I haunt art supply and fabric stores to find the perfect items to complement my canvas. A new paint color thrills me, while browsing paint brushes lulls me into an almost hypnotic trance. This kid is running amok in a different kind of candy store (though I still adore my chocolate). A sense of excitement and purpose I haven’t felt in a long time propels each step, and I love it!
Where will these adventures take me? What awaits me with the next canvas?
The destination is important, but the journey is by far the best part.
