Me? Who am I?
That’s a great question, and honestly, I’m still trying to figure that one out. Let’s just say that I’m evolving; a work in progress. I never intentionally set out to be a painter, or a blogger or anything remotely like that.
No. That wasn’t my plan, at all.
My plan was simple: to leave England and live in America. THE END.
And I did that.
And honestly, had my story stopped there, I would have been more than happy.
But the Universe had other plans for me. The Universe decided that I needed to continue my education. Stop. Right. There. Wait. What?
Not even close to the original plan. Not. even. REMOTELY. close. Which idiot decides to go back to school at 25?? I remember having a bonfire in my garden when I was 16, after my last official class in high school. I burned every shred of evidence that I had ever been in high school. It had been a rite of passage for me. So you can understand that it seemed more than apt for me to inquire ‘What knucklehead would willingly go back to school at 25?’
I guess this knucklehead.
And then, between the tests and the studying, I fell in love. And before I knew it, I was a married mother of three, with a M.S.W. – ready to heal the world. And no-one (not even the Know-It-All Universe) suggested that I even think about picking up a paint brush. Least of all try and make it a business.
The curve ball wouldn’t happen for years and years. We moved a lot. I loved
my our life. And honestly I can say, hand over heart, that I didn’t think anything was missing. I was living a life far better than I’d ever dreamed.
I picked up a paintbrush.
And things changed. And something happened, some chemical activity inside my brain. Some type of switch got switched on. And there was no ‘Off’ switch. And now I’m stuck here. In this crazy, ever evolving colorful space.
I paint, I thrive, I write, I connect. And along the way, during my constant evolution, I started entering contests. And I started winning. And I truly believe that this was the Universe telling me that I needed to carry on this path. This great wonderful path of ‘Paint, Write, Connect. Repeat’.
I still don’t want to say that something had been missing in my life. Because that somehow diminishes what I/we had, before paint and writing and connecting came along. Life was good, but it somehow just got better.
And so, I’m still Diane, the Yorkshire lass. I’ve been in love with the same man for almost 30 years. And my kids, are now young adults. And having proved to myself that I can make a business out of being creative, and seeing my pieces featured in several publications – I know that the Universe knew all along – that I needed to paint. Throughout the process of tapping into my creativity, I played with many techniques – trying to find which one felt ‘right’ for me. It wasn’t long before I realized that image transfer made my heart sing; the idea of using the Old Masters paintings on furniture and bringing them to life is just something that brings pure joy to me – it’s almost hard to explain. But to simplify, my work (if you can really call it ‘work’) is specializing in image transfer. Bringing life back to neglected furniture, using the process of image transfer; a beautiful place where art and function collide. That’s me. That’s all I do. I paint. And I write. And I connect. And I repeat.
And I couldn’t be happier.
But that wasn’t my plan originally, at all.
Diane aka The Paint Factory