Reverence: Celosia, Snapdragon, Lisianthus, Stock, Boxwood
Updated: Feb 13
Plaster Casting with Mineral Pigment Wash 18" x 18"
I'd say I was a professional student. I didn't have a clue about what career to pursue growing up. Well, maybe I did when I was 6 years of old. When people asked me what I wanted to be, I'd say I want to be a dentist. You know, like Herbie the dentist in Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer? I didn't follow through with that idea, thank goodness. I'm pretty sure I would not have thrived in that career. But, as a young adult, you have to choose something, right? The pressure to know what I wanted even before I knew who I was lead me down a lot of different bumpy roads. After getting my initial diploma in Professional Music from Berklee, and realizing there was no way I was going to make a career out of music because let's face it, I completely sucked at it, I thought my love of animals would lead me down the right path. While earning my second, useless undergraduate degree in Biology, I studied the vision of hawkmoth with Dr. Stevenson. He was my professor that initially oversaw my research studies. I don't think he liked me very much for one day he said, "Dianne, you are so irreverent." Unfortunately, he mistook my cocky, quip younger self as someone that did not respect him. I don't know. Maybe I didn't because soon after that I switched professors and helped that guy earn tenure with my research. That professor liked me! Anyhow, I'll never forgot that comment. In truth, those words hurt. The anger and the intention behind them hurt. It felt like a verbal spanking. But, this was a good lesson for me. I learned that words matter. What we say to people matters. Words can invoke a plethora of emotions, elicit a call to action like we saw with the storming of the capital, paralyze us with fear, lift us up or heal the most broken parts of us with the words "I'm sorry. I love you." I try to choose my words carefully now and be mindful of my intentions behind them. I'm sure I have failed some of you and if I have, I hope you have the courage to tell me so that I may ask for your forgiveness. I am only human, and by definition I mean multi complex organism with the ability to unknowingly screw up a lot of things in the pursuit of creating a beautiful life. I did earn a third degree in nursing. I worked as an oncology nurse for 13 years. I loved my patients and it suited me well, but it was not physically and emotionally sustainable for me. In an attempt to relieve the stress of my job, I began to dabble in the arts and so here I am. I am an artist, living and loving and grateful for the opportunity to give reverence for my beautiful life.
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