Archives: July 2013

La mujer con Cuervos (Woman with Ravens)

Made some new art:

Los cuervos se sientan en su hombro
cuervos la guían
y con el sol detrás de ella
y el cielo arriba de ella
su cabeza en las nubes, 
ella sueña 
de encontrar amor real
amor de verdad
amor que habla 
de ser a ser
de alma a alma
un dia sera asi, 
Ella piense en un muchacho que a capturado la atención de ella
piensa: que va a ser de mi?
Los cuervos se sientan en su hombro
la ayudan 
la guian
la aman
con el sol sobre ella
las nubes detras
ya no hay nubes en su cabeza
ya no hay nubes en su rostro
en su ser
en su cabeza
ella esta illuminada
y si
ella puede 
ella lo puede hacer. 
<<<english version>>>
Ravens sit on her shoulders
ravens guide her
the sun behind her, the 
sky above and her
head in the clouds, she 
follows the silliest dream of finding love 
she follows the hope that perhaps one day
she will find
her true love and it will be grand
love that is real
love that speaks 
from being to being
spirit to spirit
She thinks of a boy that has captured her attention, she 
thinks of her future
ravens sit on her shoulders, they guide her 
help her
love her
with the 
sun above her
the clouds behind her
no more clouds in her head
no more cloudy sky, she
is illuminated
she is enlightened, and 
yes
she can. 

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So, I wanted to remind you about an online workshop I’m teaching. I’m accepting registration for it, and I’d love if you signed up.
It’s not art instruction, it’s about releasing the artist within you, releasing the you that is blocked, stored away, and put in a box.
In this workshop, you’ll learn my method for moving beyond the blocks that stop us from creating. You’ll learn to integrate writing into your every day life, and learn to write from your soul, from the depths of who you are within, and you’ll learn to create your art in your way.
Click here to read more, and to register!

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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The Bird, too big for the cage

Made some new art:

The bird is too big for the cage. She’s got the key behind her back, because she knows she did something naughty by letting the bird loose. But the bird was too giant for that tiny cage she was put in.
We put ourselves into these cages, these tiny boxed up cages in our lives, of convention and convenience, in the name of social acceptance.
Meanwhile, as people we grow and grow, and then we become to big for these cages that we entered into.
We become to giant for the cages that we thought would be our home, our comfort and our help.
Sometimes we just need to fly free.
I had a conversation with someone last night who reminded me of the ever cliche message that everything does indeed happen for a reason.
I love science, though. I do. And the truth is, sometimes life sucks. Sometimes people are assholes. And no, karma does NOT always hit them. But that’s the way life is. Everything is as it is, to teach, to mold, to shape who you are today, and who you will be. It is all part of the grand design of life.
There’s a line in a book of my daughters’ that reads,
“You can’t always triumph. You can’t always fly”.
I am a bird in the sky that longs to fly in the sky, but there are times in life when you must realize that it is time to heal, time to mend the wing.
Too large for the cage.
Why put ourselves in cages in the first place? Why bother with the conventional way of life, the tradition of what everyone else does? Not everyone is meant to have the white picket fence, and the stereotypical “American dream”.
Why not create your own dream? Don’t bother with the cage. Just fly free. And if you want someone to love, find someone to fly right along with you. Not someone who will lock you in the cage.

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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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Tiene la cabeza en las nubes (She’s got her head in the clouds)

New art:

And, I wrote a poem to go with it, that I’ve translated in english well.

Tiene lacabezaa en las nubes
esa
la que sueña mucho
la que le gusta reir
tiene la cabeza en las nubes
la que siempre vive
escribiendo
pintando
tejiendo 
 y soñando de tener amor real
tiene la cabeza en las nubes
la que ve adas
la que sabe lo que es 
el otro mundo
ella es
la bruja fiel
te sana 
tiene la cabeza en las nubes
esa
la que es madre
amante
hija
tiene la cabeza en las nubes
y esta llena
de ideas de una vida mejor
una vida con amor fiel
amor real
que nunca faltara
tiene la cabeza en las nubes
Y un dia
su suerte cambiara
esa-
la que tiene la cabeza en las nubes
<<<<English version>>>
She has her head in the clouds
that one
the one that dreams much
the one that loves to laugh
she’s got her head in the clouds 
that one
the one that lives
writing
painting 
knitting
and dreaming of true love
she has her head in the clouds
that one
the one that sees fairies
the one that knows what lies
in the other world
She is
the faithful witch-a healer
she’s got her head in the clouds
that one
the one that is
mother
lover
daughter
she has her head in the clouds
that one
and she’s full
of ideas of a better life
a life with faithful love
true love
that will never falter
She has her head in the clouds 
And one day, her luck will change.
that one 
the one that has her head in the clouds

So this painting represents a girl, having her head in the clouds. She’s free, you know? She does a sun salutation, because she feels so free and hopeful, knowing that true love is around the corner. Shes’s sexy, and that is represented by the dress.
Head in the clouds.
I lived many years with a person who told me I had my head in the clouds. I do, though. I realize that this is not a bad thing, though perhaps that person thought it was.
It’s a personality thing, I guess.
You know, something can be totally scary to you, but can be completely exciting and amazing to me or the person next to you. Life is about perception, as is living with a person.
Some days all you see is the negativity. All you see are their flaws, the things that you cannot stand about life.
What kind of life is that? I’d rather be happy and naughty than be miserable, and appear perfect to the world.
I don’t need you to think highly of me, what I think of myself is just enough.
Perception.
You can look at Picasso’s or Dali’s artwork five times and see something different each time, because it is about perception. Art is about perception. Life is about perception.
You can see the good, or see the bad, or you can see it all as something that teaches you. I hate it when people tell me that when I go through shit that it makes me stronger. Thanks, but I’d rather be weak and happy. You know?
Weak and happy. Ah, that’d be the life, right? But life doesn’t work that way.I know a person who constantly looked at the life of hipsters, and people who had a life that perhaps this person wanted. In the words of Bea Arthur, “That’s no way to live, honey.”
It’s not. I’m not going to look at you and think fondly of your seemingly perfect life. No thanks. Go away with your weak but happy life. I’ll take content and strong, and always having something to write about. I will always have something to write about. Not just because I write about everything that goes on around me, but because I choose it that way.
I write not because it is now the trend of wanna be artists and writers, but because I have been writing since I was a child, and because it is a part of who I am, like my arm, my leg, and my eyes. I see the world through my poetry.
I see myself through my art. My art is mostly folk art girls because it is a way of revealing a part of myself to the world. My poems reveal not just me but how I see the world.
I’m not weak and happy, but I’m strong and satisfied. And happy.
I was having a conversation with someone recently about the Phoenix bird, and it reminded me, not just about a poem I wrote years ago mentioning this animal, but it also reminded me of life. I suppose we go through this every now and again, don’t we?
Life, it’s some sort of a cycle, some sort of a circle.
Wanna go for a ride?
Yeah, life it’s like a cosmic ride, with ups and downs, and you’ve heard this. The pheonix bird is not a totem that most want to feel or see in their life, because it represents loosing everything, before rising up from the ashes and flourishing, stronger than you ever were. But that is life.
When my brother died, I thought my life was over. When I lost my child, I again thought my life was over. When my marriage ended, I thought I lost everything, everything. I did, in a way. But each time in my life, I came out and up like the mighty Phoenix bird, rising up from the ashes of a shitty childhood, a crappy marriage, and much loss, and rose up a mighty and beautiful bird.
Come on life, I’m ready. It took a very special person to make me see that Phoenix bird isn’t a curse. It’s a blessing.

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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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Ella Es (She Is)

New art:

And I wrote a poem to go along with it. These days I really enjoy the process of writing a poem and then illustrating it in watercolors. I haven’t done much mixed media these days, but I’m okay with that.

Ella 

Alli va la mujer
la que vuela con el cuervo
y le encanta
volar en el cielo
y cantar la cansion de el cuervo
la cancion de el pájaro de la noche, de las montañas
finalmente
por la primera vez en su vida
ella sabe lo que es
amarse
ella sabe
lo que es tener belleza profundo
ella es
el cuervo
el pájaro de las montañas con alas tan negras
que se ven azul
ella es
la que sana
la que llora por el pobre
por la tierra
ella

<<<English Version>>>

She is 

She is the woman
that flies with ravens
and she loves
to fly in the sky
singing the song of the raven
The song of the bird of night, that lives in the mountains,
finally.
for the first time in her life
she knows what it is
to love herself.
she knows
what it is
to have true
inner beauty.
She is
the raven
the bird of the mountains with wings so black
they glow a bluish tint
She is
the healer
the one that cries out for the poor
and for the earth
she is

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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 Self Portrait of Sorts

So, I made some new art:

So, this painting started out as a self portrait which it still is. I realize that I don’t have long flaming hair anymore, nor is it that particular shade of pink, but she is still me.
She is me because she finally feels sexy, she is me because she is free, in her element-in nature, with her hair blowing in the wind to show you how wild she feels.
She is me not just because of the owl tattoo but because of what she means. I’m no good at analyzing art. My friend Cindy is, however. 
She told me the painting symbolizes rebirth. And it does. You know, in life we make our plans, we go about our business, and set on a path we think will lead us to never never land, but in truth, we make bad choices. We don’t listen to our intuition when it tells us: criticism is not love. Focusing on a person’s flaws is not love. 
It never was love. It was unreciprocated, this feeling of love that she felt. 
She loved him, she did. She tried everything she could to be the best person in the world, the person he would want, but she failed. And do you know why she failed? She failed because all she needs to do in life is be herself.
I speak in the third person because that person doesn’t exist anymore, that girl who needed, that girl who longed for, and did not receive true acceptance. 
Rebirth
It’s some sort of an evolution, the idea of rebirth. The other day, my daughter Dakota, in a fit of jealousy, said she wished Dharma wasn’t around. I said, well what should I do, Dakota? Should I put her back in my belly? 
But maybe we can put ourselves back in the belly. Maybe not our mother’s belly. Especially if our mothers were less than perfect. But certainly, we can mother ourselves. Care for ourselves. Love ourselves. We can mother ourselves. We can. 
In a perfect womb, we can feed and nourish ourselves while we grow in our ideas and our creativity, and when the time is right, we will birth ourselves, coming out of the womb, and knowing that birth hurts. If you’ve had a home birth like I have, or have had a natural (no painkillers) birth, you know what I’m talking about. 
Birthing is a painful and beautiful process. Remember this when you are birthing yourself. It hurts in a good way, because you are bringing life into the world, this magical and amazing being that comes into the world soaking in beautiful white light, much like that episode of Charmed where she births the baby at home, and he comes into the world swirling in beautiful white light (yes, I watch Charmed, shaddap). 
So, birthing is an evolution of ourselves. We are always evolving, always growing. We can choose this. We can choose to accept change, or we can choose to become bitter angry people, wishing that we had what we did in our teens or twenties. But that’s not life. Life is the fact that sometimes you have to work for a living, and sometimes it means working a lot. That doesn’t mean that you flaunt it, as if you are this amazing person because you take care of your children.
Life is the fact that shit happens. Life happens.
Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans -John Lennon
It’s true. I have learned this first hand the past few months, and the past few years. I realize that you can’t always plan everything out. 
What I can do, what I CAN plan, is to make my life better. To make MY life an amazing one. I can choose to make my life beautiful no matter what the circumstance. No matter what is going on. 
I love this poem by Maya Angelou, “I rise”. When all of this happened to me, I read the poem, and watched her recite it on youtube and it just really resonated with me. I love it, and the poem means a lot to me. 
I’ll post my favorite part of her poem:

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

-Maya Angelou 

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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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On money and other things

I started blogging about 5 years ago, in attempts to keep a log of my creative journey, and have something to show my daughter.
It has been a really awesome journey. I have had the privilege of working with art supply companies, and have had a lot of fun.
The time has come though, where money is quite scarce. I need you, my faithful readers, to please support me financially.

I love you all very much, and would love to continue to blog, and offer my goods for sale on etsy.
As of now, I am in need of funds to pay for my etsy bill and website.
I am also in need of financial support so that I can purchase a Vimeo Pro account, and take my blog to the next level, by teaching you my creative process.

My hope is that you’ll please donate even just $10 today. I have just a few days before my Etsy account gets suspended, and I will no longer have an etsy shop, so please consider supporting me today.

What will you get in return? Well, besides my love, you’ll receive a hand painted postcard made by me.
Donations of $20 will get a postcard AND a piece of handmade jewelry.
Donations of $30 or more, will get the above, plus a FREE blog ad on my blog.

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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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Sponsored Post: Huggies Snug & Dry

This is part of a sponsored campaign with Latina Mom Bloggers and Huggies.  However all opinions expressed are my own.  I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission Guidelines, 16 C.F.R Part 255.

So, there’s a funny thing about having two children. You know, talking in a naive sense, I truly thought that my second child would be very similar in personality to that of my firstborn. Really. This was the silly thought in my head.


Nevertheless, that is not the case. From an astrological point of view, they are opposites. Dakota, the oldest, is a Taurus. My youngest is a fiery Sagittarius, who most likely love philosophy, good food, and traveling. 
The other difference though, is that Dharma is VERY ACTIVE. VERY. It is very rare that I can snap any picture of her at all, since she is ALWAYS MOVING. 
Diapers, if they are not made well, or are cheap, they end up falling off of her, if she hasn’t already tried taking them off. Good grief!


Luckily, I had a pack of Huggies Snug & Fit with Surefit! It’s nice to have diapers that don’t fall of her when your child has been playing, running or jumping around the place, in attempts to keep up with her older sister.
I love that they stay on, and are totally secure in all her playtime. 


For example, these days Dharma enjoys playing on the bed, jumping, and running all over the place. My biggest fear before Huggies Sure & Fit, was the diapers falling off, because as I mentioned before, they do. They have. It’s especially interesting, when the aforementioned generic diaper falls off, that you do not know, are in the next room, and suddenly your eldest laughs saying, “Mama, Dharma peed on the floor!”
Yeah. So using Huggies Sure & fit works for us, because they stay on, as she moves and plays with her big sister, which is one thing she loves to do. Sisterhood is amazing that way, isn’t it? Although they are opposites, they do so love each other. They are best friends, and hopefully will remain that way for the rest of their lives.
Oh, did I mention that former Ms. Universe Zuleyka Rivera is there spokesperson? I had the privilege recently of seeing her in person, and I can tell you she seems to be a very loving mother, in addition to being very tall and very beautiful. 
You can catch a webisode that features her, HERE
Oh, and you can follow Huggies Latino on Facebook HERE. 
 And! Snag a $2 off coupon HERE


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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Etsy



Mas que mujer (More than a woman)

Made some new art:

And the poem to go with it, in spanish (I shall translate for you):

Soy
Soy mas que mujer
mas 
yo soy mas que mujer
mas que labios
mas que ojos
mas que mi cuerpo lindo
Yo soy mas
yo soy
lechuza
volando en el sielo
yo 
soy mas
mas que sexo
mas que genero
Soy mas de lo que ves
soy mas
mas que las palabras de un hijo de puta
soy mas
yo 
soy mas que mujer
yo
yo soy diosa
Di de luz, a vida real
yo soy mas 
mas de lo que ellos piensan de mi
yo soy 
espirito magnifico
creadora de mis sueños
yo soy mas 
mas que cuerpo
mas que palabras
yo 
yo soy mas de eso
yo soy diosa
creadora
y espiritu de el Shaman
Te sano
con mis hierbas
con luz de mi mano
y con amor
yo soy eso
y mucho mas

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<<<English version>>>
I am
I am more than a woman
I am 
more
more than lips
more than eyes
more than my beautiful body
I am more
I am
the owl
flying in the sky
I
am  more
more than sex
more than gender
I am more than than what you see
I am more
more than the words of a son of a whore 
more
I am more than a woman
am
a goddess
I gave birth to true life
I am more
more than the things they think of me
I am
more
I am the great spirit
the creator of my dreams
am more
more than body
more than words
I
am more than that
I am goddess
I am creator
I am the spirit of the Shaman
I heal you
with my herbs
with light from my hands
and with love
I am this
and so much more 
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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Etsy

Leap of Faith

Made some new art:

This girl has pink hair, which in it is written:
fly
with your eyes closed
just take that leap of faith

Sometimes you just need to take that leap of faith. Just leap into never never land, leap into it. Why worry? Why be so afraid?
As far as I’m concerned, life keeps going. It keeps moving, and if you stay stuck, you end up stuck forever in this zone of depression.
Eventually something is going to force you to get out of it. Life keeps going, and you can’t just sit in a pool of depression forever. Well, maybe you can. But I can’t. I can’t do that.
Life is short, and when you realize how amazing it is, there’s no stopping you.
If there’s one thing I am afraid to explain to my daughters is how many assholes there are in the world.
There are so many. If I don’t tell her, life will.
Taking a leap of faith means investing in me, in who I am; believing in myself. I can do this. I know I can.
All you need is a leap of faith.
To me, faith is a lot like flying. Have you ever had dreams of flight, or that you are flying? I have. To me, faith is kind of the same way. It’s like flying. At first, life pushes you out of your comfort zone, and you have no idea what the fuck you’re going to do. You start flapping like crazy. Plumeting. Dropping. Crying. Scared. Keep flapping those wings, baby. You see what’s going on? You’re flying now. You may not be able to compete with the owls from Legends of Ga’hoole, but you’re flying nonetheless. Be proud of yourself. Be proud of this moment. You’re flying, baby.
Faith. Have it. Embrace it. No, it is not scientific. Not at all. It’s not about numbers. It’s about closing your eyes, and jumping out of that comfort zone, and into the rest of your life.
Just close your eyes and fly.
Flight is like freedom. To me, having faith is a sort of freedom. I can have faith, and as long as I have faith AND hands at work, I know that things will get better. I know life will evolve for me, not just change. Change is fine but evolution is amazing. Evolution brings that positive change, that amazing WOW moment that you never thought you were worthy of because all you’ve ever been is criticized and put down.
You are worth more than diamonds, my dear. 
You truly are. And if you’re at the point that I am-flapping your wings like crazy, wondering how the heck you can fly on your own-know that you can totally do this. Just close your eyes and fly.

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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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On Flowers and How to Bloom

New art in my journal:

Blooming. When I think of rebirth, I normally think of flowers and plants. I think of love and I think that often we fail to realize how little control we truly have in life. We dont have control over peope. But we can control ourselves. We can control how we react.
But wait, I wanted to talk about rebirth. For me, the flower comes as spirit medicine because it dies always. Every winter. But they come back. They bloom again, providing pollen to bees, beauty and often medicine to humans, and with the flower, seeds are spread, and more flowers come to be, and it is a reminder to me. We can bloom again. We can grow and flourish again, no matter how often death comes to us; no matter how often our life as we know it ends. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, and there is ALWAYS hope.
True love conquers all.
This is true. But it is self love that does so. I finally love myself more than something that I felt I had to prove to the world. I’m not that bitch with all the issues anymore and do you want to know why?
Because of love. Real true love really does heal the world, it does make things better. But it starts with self love.
God is love.
Now, I don’t believe in the the stories of the bible as true, but think about that for a minute. I have always believed, not in a living breathing god that is humanized by giving it a specific gender. I believe in the universe as god. Science. Nature: the birds in the sky, the air we breath, the trees, the flowers, all conspire to make life liveable and amazing.
Love is so grand. It heals you, it calms you it restores you. It creates life. It makes you see things, and it temporarily blinds you. If there is a god, and it is love, it is because of these things. Because love creates. Love makes things. And when you love yourself, you become your own creator. It’s not the love of or for someone else, although that is very nice. It is the love you have for yourself that can make the world a better place.
Life is so amazing when you open your eyes. I had my eyes closed for so many years and honestly, for the first time I really feel like I am waking up to the world around me. I am blooming again.
Death came, but I bloomed again.
And the thing about the flower, is that perhaps it knows. Maybe the flower knows that death comes every now and again, and maybe the flower is okay with that. Maybe the flower doesn’t mind, because it means rebirth. It means blooming again, growing again, and painful though the process may sometimes be, it doesn’t always have to be.
Don’t stay in a situation that brings death, simply because you are comfortable, while lying to yourself about all the reasons why you should stay.
No.
There is life after death. There is rebirth after death.
I don’t know everything about life. But what I do know, is that there is something greater in the world than what we think we know.

Oh, and I made these Bird brooch pins:

These are not in my shop, because I’m trying to set some things for Christmas. I really want to get started early so I don’t get overwhelmed and end up going all night at the last minute. Oh, but I wrote a tutorial for Creative Paperclay on how to make them HERE.

And, a new item in my shop:

It’s for sale HERE.

So that’s that.

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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