“The Healing Potential of Art” My deepest intention is that some day a sufferer, no matter how afflicted, will be able to look at a painting, at a photograph, and be instantly released from those chains and so be fully healed. Read More »
“Come Unto Me” “Come unto me”: the paper calls – and the brush smiles. Read More »
Video: Making Paintings for Healing Dr. Diamond discusses the development of his unique approach to making paintings for healing. Read More »
Video: Art as Metaverbal Communication An excerpt from opening lecture of Dr. Diamond's exhibit at the Katonah Village Library in Katonah, NY, July 2011. Read More »
“From Kensho to Satori”
The Japanese word kensho is used in Zen in the sense of “seeing one’s own true nature,” the Buddha-Nature. Coming to the realization that one is a Buddha, and that all are Buddhas: Buddhas, Buddhas – everywhere!
It is always my hope that a sufferer looking at my painting or photograph will suddenly have this epiphany, this enlightenment.Read More »
Of course, I can be spontaneous, un-thinking, un-editing, when I paint. After all, I spent more than six years in daily psychoanalysis saying whatever came into my head: free association.
And I learned from this experience to trust my inner self, to give it its freedom. I came to Know that there was a Power that could heal me if I could just remove my ego restraints on It.Read More »
“Zuihitsu: Following the Brush”
I don’t write books, but essays which are sometimes later collected into book form. The Japanese call essays zuihitsu, literally, “following the brush.” And it often seems to me that this is the way I write – the words just coming out of my pen, as if automatic. Or at least how I would freely talk.Read More »
“Artists Often Declare”
Artists often declare that their work comes from their unconscious. That’s an ego-proclamation, of which they are proud.
But, unlike them, there are painters – never artists – who are led to believe that the work seemingly by them is really merely through them. And they bow before it in humility, in homage.Read More »
“Empty and Full”
I do some drippings and flingings which vaguely – very vaguely – resemble Jackson Pollock’s.
One of our many differences is that I leave considerable space, whereas he fills every inch of his canvas. Too much, I think. No plains, all mountains. Nowhere to relax and breathe.
Every inch is filled – is wondrously full, but there is no emptiness.Read More »