“A Mood Called Matrophilia”

It is said of all noh drama that “it sets out not to tell a story but to create a mood.” Well, to quite an extent my art is Japanese-inspired so perhaps it does resemble a noh play for it certainly tells no story and I hope for it to create a mood which for want of a better word I call Matrophilia.

2025-08-15T13:39:45-04:00October 2, 2022|

“Balancing the Canvas with a Dot”

The power inherent in one dot: its yang so strong that it can balance the yin of a large canvas – if it is at just the right spot.

2025-08-15T13:39:46-04:00September 29, 2022|

Poem: Written and read by Dr. Diamond

Dr. Diamond’s poetry contains some of his most profound and personal statements. Teeming with insight, wisdom, and compassion, and infused with a deep spirituality, each of the poems on these recordings is a gem, written with the specific intention of raising the Life Energy of the listener.

2025-08-15T13:39:46-04:00September 27, 2022|

“Perfect, Capital P.”

To capitalize the word perfect is to endow it with a newer, deeper, meaning.

2025-08-15T13:39:46-04:00September 25, 2022|

“The Power of the Dot”

Many of my paintings have a dot; usually just one, sometimes many. I am always astounded by the power of a dot. Just one alone on a canvas seems to have more power than many lines. To me, my most satisfying paintings consist of but one dot and one curved line. Both placed as Guided.

2025-08-15T13:39:46-04:00September 22, 2022|

Video: Finding Your Mother’s Soul

By finding your mother's soul, you can find your own, and then free yourself of the anguish of human existence. A brief introduction to this cornerstone of Diamond's work.

2025-08-15T13:39:46-04:00September 20, 2022|

“God Gives Himself a Laugh”

Consider the last lines of Bacchae by Euripides:                         Many are the shapes the gods will take,                         many the surprises they perform.

2025-08-15T13:39:46-04:00September 18, 2022|

“The Death of Shisui”

About to die, the Zen monk Shisui was asked by his disciples to write a death poem. He grasped his brush, painted a circle – and died.

2025-08-15T13:39:46-04:00September 15, 2022|
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