Cities & Memory: Diomira

After 3 weeks of thinking and working on DIOMIRA, I finally arrived upon an idea for her.

She was difficult to picture, I made a few drawings that just did not feel like her at all, and suddenly she came to me. I started cutting paper, and realized I was beginning to make her, almost without knowing that I was.

Here is her lovely description!

“Leaving there and proceeding for three days toward the east, you reach Diomira, a city with sixty silver domes, bronze statues of all the gods, streets paved with lead, a golden cock that crows each morning on a tower. All these beauties will already be familiar to a visitor, who has seen them also in other cities. But the special quality of this city for the man who arrives there on a September evening, when days are growing shorter and the multicolored lamps are lighted all at once at the doors of the food stalls and from a terrace a woman’s voice cries ooh!, is that he feels envy toward those who now believe they have once before lived an evening identical to this and who think they were happy, that time.”
- Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

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I really believe that most of what I draw has an unconsciousness factor to it. When I think too much, inspiration just melts away. If I let my hands just move around the materials around me, ideas come floating in....I just start reacting to the elements around.