Archives: June 2013

I am hello, you are goodbye

Why is love so complicated
muttered the man in the shadows
why do we as humans
over analyze our pain
why do we bend on worry
when life can be a smile
just sit next to me
right here
and listen to me sing a song of love
and disillusions
a story of true love
watch as I teach the sparrow
the proper way to sing
sit here now beside me
I’m ugly
but I’m kind
and though I bear not the face
you desire in a mate
just sit here now
and listen to me sing.

Diana Gonzalez

Diana Gonzalez is a self taught artist, writer and poet, formerly known as The Craftaholic.

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 

-Jack Kerouac


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A little jewelry dish

Here’s a fun little project I made recently:

It’s a jewelry dish, and it’s so easy to make one yourself.
Simply roll out some paperclay with a rolling pin (actually though, I used a thick knitting needle).
You can leave your clay plain, or choose to give it some texture as I have.
I used a wonderful Chain link background stamp by Sin City Stamps.
Now, just cut it into a square.
If you want your dish to have a bit more dimension, you can roll four little balls of clay, and flatten them, then add them to each of the four corners.
Once you’ve done that, leave it out to dry, and then paint them. I used my own paint spray, but use whatever you wish.
Then, spray it with acrylic spray sealer, and it’s finished! You’ve got yourself a beautiful handmade dish to display your jewelry on for etsy photos, or the like.

Diana Gonzalez

Diana Gonzalez is a self taught artist, writer and poet, formerly known as The Craftaholic.  You can visit her etsy store here

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 

-Jack Kerouac


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A Little bit of Boho

So, I’ve been browsing Pinterest A LOT lately. I follow a few bohemian style pin boards, and felt really inspired to try my hand at making a fiber art dream catcher. 
So, here’s one that I made recently: 

 It features my own hand spun yarn, vintage lace, and beads.

 The center is crocheted using wool yarn from ebay.

The yarn was spun up with beads in it, making the yarn really fun to work with. I had a lot of fun with this dream catcher.
If you like this dream catcher, I’d love to make one for you. You can go to my shop HERE to check it out.
Well, that’s that. I am on a mission today to find my sewing machine needles so I can finish up a pair of curtains I’ve been working on.

Diana Gonzalez

Diana Gonzalez is a self taught artist, writer and poet, formerly known as The Craftaholic.  You can visit her etsy store here

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 

-Jack Kerouac


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Illusions and disappointments

Made some new art: 
It’s supposed to be Sylvia Plath. 
I’m thinking about life in general today. Often we feel so confused and broken. It seems as though our experiences as an adult often lead to disappointment. We make these grand illusions as children, thinking such grand thoughts about what we will accomplish in life. 
then we become adults and we start to conform. We are conditioned to believe in the lie, the lie that is the Brady bunch, the man, the woman and children, and the idea that life is easy. We become disillusioned when we realize that life is very challenging at times. It’s not easy. 
When did we become zombies? When did we become these machines, shuffling to and fro, letting others tell us what reality is, what love is, and what a woman should be? 
Then we get to an age in life when we wake up. We realize who we are, and what we want in life. It is in this time that adventure can begin. 
Anyway, that’s where I’m at. I’m at the point where I realize I lived a lie most of my life, due to religion and my fear of what my parents would say or do, if they knew. Honestly, they would probably not speak to me anymore. It doesn’t matter. I know who I am now, and the only person I have to please is myself. 
Right. So that’s that. I have a few projects I’m working on, including a set of curtains that I’m making for my living room. I have the fabric all cut up, and just have to get to work on sewing it all together. Not today, though. Today, I’m going out. 
I’ll work on it tomorrow. 
Oh, and my little one graduates from Kindergarten next week. I can’t believe it. I’m going to be the mommy of a First grader. 
So, that is indeed that. Happy Friday. 
Diana Gonzalez

Diana Gonzalez is a self taught artist, writer and poet, formerly known as The Craftaholic.  

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 

-Jack Kerouac


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I’ve been featured!

Check out my awesome interview HERE.
Diana Gonzalez

Diana Gonzalez is a self taught artist, writer and poet, formerly known as The Craftaholic.  You can visit her etsy store here

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 

-Jack Kerouac


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Etsy

On Being Latina

So, first of all, I made a page in my art journal:

So, the cupcake was drawn in another sketchbook that I have, and I had full intentions of coloring it in, but eh. I don’t think it wants to be colored in. 
I went to a discount store here in brooklyn and discovered Sharpie pens. Oh my goodness. Seriously as awesome as it sounds. 
On another note, a friend of mine posted THIS. It got me thinking of my experiences with being a latina artist. 
You know, I’ve never really been able to fit the stereotypical latina. First of all, I have pale white skin. Being of Puerto Rican and Colombian parents, this seems strange to most other latinos. 
Things I get told by other latinos:
  1. You’re latina and you can’t dance? 
  2. You don’t look latina
  3. You like rock and roll? You mean you don’t like hip hop? 
  4. Oh you write poetry? You mean spoken word? 

Yeah, really. People assume that because I do not speak like Rosey Perez, that this means I must be a “halfie”. 
For the record, both of my parents were born in THEIR OWN COUNTRY. They came here as adults. My mother was born in Bogota, Colombia and my father in Puerto Rico. My father has light blue eyes, pale white skin, “good hair”, and freckles. My mother is a short lady with straight “indian” hair, and tan skin. 
I however, have pale white skin that burns with the sun, and bear little brown freckles that in spanish is called a “lunar”. I get them with the sun a lot. 
I’m okay with my pale skin. No, I do not want to tan. Why should I? I was born this way, and I am big advocate of accepting who you are, just as you are. I don’t have to change the color of my skin to conform with someone else’s idea of what a latina is. 
No, I can’t dance. I actually have terrible rhythm. I clap offbeat. I tell people that while I so admire professional dancers, my body just does not express itself that way. And that’s okay. That doesn’t make me any less latina. 

To tell someone they do not “look latina” is both offensive and racist. Perhaps I simply do not look like what is your idea of a latina. Have you thought about that?
Personally, I love shattering ideas. I love shattering another person’s idea of what something should be, like motherhood and being latina.
I can have my nose pierced, pale white skin, arm tattooed, ripped up jeans, and still look latina. Why? What is it that makes us our race? Is it what we wear on our skin? What makes us “look latino”? Being latino is more than just dark skin and gold earrings. Looking latina has more to do with facial structure and bone structure of the body, than it does with the shade of my skin or choice of accessories.
Thirdly, I do not like hip hop. No. I mean, well maybe I like the old school stuff from the 80s. Back when hip hop wasn’t about bragging about how badass you are.
I love rock and roll. I love it. I love classic rock, I love classic jazz from the golden era, and I love classic country (think Hank Williams Sr).
My choice in music does not make me any less latina. My love of Pink Floyd, Rancid, The Grateful Dead, and Cab Calloway does not infringe on my race.
Fourthly, just because I happen to be latina, and I write poetry, does not mean that I write “spoken word”.
I don’t write that in that style. I write poetry; poetry as in Sylvia Plath, Allen Ginsberg, E.E. Cummings, and Anne Sexton. Poetry. That’s what I write.
It makes me absolutely livid that people assume that I write spoken word simply due to my race.
Look, the truth is, I am my own version of latina. I am my own person with my own ideas on life. And yes, I am proud of my race. I am proud of where my mother and father came from.
I speak spanish, love Hector Lavoe, classic cumbia, and I could eat rice and beans every day for the rest of my life and not be bored one bit. But I also was a vegetarian for 12 years, had a homebirth, and love classic punk and classic rock.
Don’t put me in a box. I don’t fit in them.
And the truth is, you wouldn’t like it if I put you in one, would you?

Diana Gonzalez

Diana Gonzalez is a self taught artist, writer and poet, formerly known as The Craftaholic.  You can visit her etsy store here

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 

-Jack Kerouac


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From the ashes

Hooray for new art. 

Made this in my trusty art journal. I had almost forgotten about it, but then I think I realize why I hadn’t been doing much lately. I have this fear of running out of space in an art journal. Whenever I see that there are only 10 or so pages left, I run out to buy a new one. If not, I stop using it, and use a different one that has some pages left (until I get the aforementioned new journal). This journal was handmade by me, so I ran out of paper. I started using it again, because I finally got the $ to buy new paper, hooray!
All of this made me realize that actually I much prefer to bind my own journal.
I’ve had a very emotional few days. I’m pretty much spent emotionally. I love, and love, and at times it is draining. You have to be grown up enough to take it, and grown up enough to realize that at times, perhaps you made a mistake.
Oh, and this page: On the left there is a fragment of a poem that I wrote some years back. On the right is Solange Knowles, whited out. I didn’t white out her legs because I forgot, but I rather think she looks interesting that way, don’t you? The legs represent movement, and the hands and face are whited out, in an almost effort to perhaps make her more muted.
So, this page is entitled, “From the ashes”, after the poem that is on the left there. It represents a woman who lifted herself from the ashes and soot of her childhood.
I’ve gotten good at art analyzing because my friend Cindy is good at it. Ha! I send her text images of my WIPs and she analyzes them. I get a kick out of it really, because as with my poetry, I don’t really think of too much when I’m working on art. I just drift off into never-never land. You know?
Well, happy saturday (evening).

Diana Gonzalez

Diana Gonzalez is a self taught artist, writer and poet, formerly known as The Craftaholic.  You can visit her etsy store here

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 

-Jack Kerouac


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Bird in the Sky

(C) Diana Gonzalez

To the bird at my window:
what do you see, when you fly
around
in the sky
alone
what do you see?
bird in the sky, I
sometimes wonder why I taste
bird in the sky
my reason for living is most often my children
bird in the sky,
life is not alway pleasant and happy
life is not always cosmic rainbows and mystical daydreams, life
sometimes is unhappy
life
sometimes means
exchanging unpleasantries
bird in the sky
war is hell
bird in the sky
I often wish to be you
in the sky
flying
Bird in the sky
if I paint you,
will I become you
bird in the sky
I paint you so I can become you
free
in the sky
seeing the world from a bird’s eye view
Often I dream about wings
bird in the sky
what separates me from you?
bird in the sky
is it the happiness I lack?
is it the sadness inside?
bird in the sky
what separates me from you
bird in the sky
I think it is
my humanness
the
tears I shed
the laughter sometimes
bird in the sky
are you sad sometimes?
do you tire of emulating the sounds of car alarms?
Bird in the sky
life is a broken mess on earth
bird in the sky
do you see the mess we’ve created for you?
bird in the sky
perhaps you see the mess we have made
perhaps you see the war we create
perhaps you see the fighting
and the ill words spoken
and the sadness
and the sometimes but not enough laughter
bird in the sky
it occurs to me that perhaps
I
am you
perhaps I have become you
and in speaking to myself
perhaps I have grown wings
bird in the sky
let me become you
let me live as you, in the sky
I shall, on my feet, travel with my daughters
tiny birds
and flee the hell that is life on earth.

Diana Gonzalez

Diana Gonzalez is a self taught artist, writer and poet, formerly known as The Craftaholic. Sometimes she likes to get crafty with her two kids and artist husband (whom often complains of having too much paint and yarn in the closets). You can visit her etsy store here

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 

-Jack Kerouac


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Huggies Playdate!

This blog post was sponsored by Latina Mom Bloggers. The opinions posted are solely my own (of course).


Recently I had the pleasure of being invited to a PR blogger event hosted by Huggies. It was nice, because I was able to bring my kiddos along to play.
Here’s a few pics of our playdate:

 Since Dakota is a little shy at first, she opted for coloring at their coloring station. They had the entire floor so nicely decorated with a red and white color theme. So cute. EVERYTHING was cute.

 What did I tell you? Everything was cute! Cookies, milk, and paper straws! Adorable.

 Mini cheesecake cups. Yum.

All in all, the kids had fun playing, drawing, jumping and eating, and I had fun socializing with other moms.

They had monkey bars, which are my little monkey’s favorite thing.

When we left my daughter asked if we could go back another day! ha!

Oh, and former Ms. Universe (Zuleyka Rivera) showed up with her son. He was asleep almost the whole time, or else I’d tell you how cute of a little boy he was.
As it turns out, she’s the new spokeperson for Huggies! Haha, I guess that means free diapers, eh?
In the picture here, she’s unveiling a new series of parenting webisodes, that they will feature every month on their facebook page (link below), that feature her and her son.
Anyway, it was lots and lots of fun. We went home with a nice gift bag with diapers, wipes, and even some cute little sandals and a sun hat.
For more information on Huggies Latino, go HERE to visit their facebook page, and check out new webisodes!

Thanks, Huggies Latino!

The Heart is Quiet

Inspired by a photo on the facebook page, Humans of NY, I wrote this poem. It’s about sisters, but it’s partly about me. I hope my daughters will feel this way one day.

So much power in those clasped hands of ours
in them we carry the weight of the world, the
weight of the years we carry
on our back and shoulders
so much power in those clasped hands of ours
and while the heart stays quiet
and while the heart stays quiet, my hand and yours
they seem to speak to each other
each telling the other that it’s all going to be okay
sometimes the heart stays quiet
sometimes only the wind speaks
and the trees rustle
and the birds sing
but the heart
stays quiet
and while I move the earth with my fist raised
with the other hand I’ll hold you
I’ll clasp my hand with yours
Let us move our power together
so much power in those clasped hands
in them the love of my life I carry
in them we carry our life
the tears we wiped
the babies I birthed
and nursed
and held
the baby I lost
And the roses at his funeral that seemed to symbolize the “I love you” that I failed to say
So much power in those clasped hands
they
hold me up when I’m down, they
help you up when you’re down
they make me see
they help me walk
forward
not backward
adelante
nos vamos
juntos
tu y yo
just give me your hand, sister
there’s so much power
in those clasped hands.

Diana Gonzalez

Diana Gonzalez is a self taught artist, writer and poet, formerly known as The Craftaholic. You can visit her etsy store here

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 

-Jack Kerouac


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Etsy