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Yes! it’s Dyamund D here. 

 

If you’re reading this, then that means I’m famous…

 

Or more likely I’ve pestered you somehow into visiting my website to check out what's spewing outta my head. Creative arts are a funny thing.

 

The beginning…

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It was dark, real dark. 1980 something I was born.

 

Exciting times for all!

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I had a fascination and love for all the arts in all its forms from a young age. I remember having drawing competitions with my cousins, such as who could design the craziest make belief character or who could draw the best well known characters (of the ‘90s) in strange and fanciful situations. I always won of course. Then there was the dance offs, I had no rhythm and knew then I was never going to make it on TV as the next MTV sensation. As a small child I watched a lot of opera and would always mimic what I saw, Pavarotti was the big name at the time and so I emulated him exactly - minus the talent.

Oh well, plenty more creativity in the gallery.

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Realising I had no musical talent, I continued to improve my visual arts through paint, pencils, chalk and charcoal. I found I preferred to draw and shade using pencil and this is what I stuck to during my earlier years.

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Alongside the drawing of self-portraits and painting fantasy images, my love for reading was growing at a rapid rate, comics, science fiction and mythology. These all contributed to my wild imagination which fuelled me to create short stories and accompanying visuals.

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I wrote a lot of poetry as a child once I was exposed to it at primary school age. I was entered into numerous competitions with my writing and decided I wanted to write a book someday. The dream lived quietly inside.

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Fast forward to late teens and I learned about marker rendering and graphic design whist studying 3D design at college. This opened up my eyes to new and interesting ways of using pens and colour pastels for my art medium. I carried these new found skills with me to Uni where I focused on digital design.

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I continued with graphic design after graduation, but creating art pieces from inspiration fell by the wayside for many years and so did writing for the most part. The love and passion was still there, but I was chasing the career I thought I should go for as a ‘responsible adult.’

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The End (which is really the new beginning)

 

Work commutes were a space for sketching and writing the continuous call to my true self was being heard; to live as a creative.

 

2016 I started writing poetry again, life had given me a muse!

 

But I had ceased once more!

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In 2018 the catalyst of my friends’ impending wedding was the encouragement I needed to immerse myself into the world of art once again.

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Today… Is today. So you’re up to date.