Diana Randolph

About the Artist

          Diana Randolph paints and writes in her home in Drummond, Wisconsin, surrounded by Chequamegon National Forest. Born in Paterson, New Jersey, she grew up in Elmwood Park (formerly East Paterson) NJ, studied art at Northland College in Ashland, Wisconsin. Her outstanding professors included Karlyn Holman, Don Albrecht, Paul Hubinsky, Stan Samuels, Sheryl Budnik and the late Bob Eckels. She also studied with master pastelist Albert Handell in several workshops.  Diana teaches art classes for adults which are listed on her website: www.dianarandolph.com. She is currently working on a book of poetry and paintings, Beacons of the Earth and Sky, inspired by the natural world, which will be published by Savage Press.  Diana’s home studio – Once in a Blue Moon Studio – is open by appointment (715-798-3619) and is part of the annual Labor Day weekend Blue Moon Art Tour. For more information about that event please visit: www.bluemoonarttour.blogspot.com.

  The pristine landscape is precious to Northwest Wisconsin.  I’m troubled about the proposal to mine this region. I wanted to be involved with this project to give a visual voice to the earth and water of the Penokee Mountain Range through my art creations.Painting is an isolated and sometimes lonely activity. That is a necessary state of being for me, to journey inward to the source of creativity to bring forth works of art.  Being part of a group exhibit links creative, sensitive people together who have a similar intention.  That makes the effort a strong one.

I wanted to join forces with artists of various mediums with the common thread of expressing the beauty and essence of the Penokee Mountain Range and bringing our works of art and information about the region to the public to expand their awareness.  Communicating to the hearts and minds of others is my goal. We are all connected, just like the rivers and lakes of the Penokee Mountain Range flow into one another.

About the Artwork

          “I love to create landscape paintings, exploring the patterns of color and the rhythm of the landscape throughout all the seasons. My goal is to express the nourishment I receive while being immersed in the natural world. I enjoy working in oils and pastels. Pastels are pigment in a stick form, held together by a little bit of binder – gum tragacanth. They are created by layering pigment on the surface of abrasive pastel paper. The ‘tooth’ of the paper grasps the color. Pastel paintings created in the 1800’s are fresh and vibrant today as if they were painted yesterday.”


Headwaters of the Bad River (Bad River and Caroline Lake), pastel on paper, 10″x8″ framed

A Touch of Gold (Bad River and Caroline Lake), pastel on paper, 8″x10′ framed

Hills at Dusk (View from Corrigan’s Lookout), pastel on paper, 8″x10′ framed

Spilling Light, Spilling Water (Tyler Forks River), pastel on paper, 30″x18″ framed

Around the Nourishing Bend

(Potato River at Sullivan Fire Lane), pastel on paper, 26″x22″ framed


Knowing the Way

Headwaters of some rivers

trickle in narrow channels

while some gush freely

from lakes hidden

in these ancient hills.


Rivers pulse

over stones, boulders,

golden grasses,

splashing on embankments

on their journeys,

bending, twisting,

following natural courses,

knowing the way.


Crystal clear water, teeming with life

rippling to the Great Lake,

flowing like the pure blood

that runs through our veins.


Pulsing blood

flowing forward,

knowing the way,

nudging us

to breathe,

to fill our minds,

and to speak

with pure heart,

nourished from the sources.


Life water, life blood.


by Diana Randolph

Many Voices


to the varied voices

from every square inch.

The changing rhythm

of liquid paths

throughout the seasons,

frozen silent in winter,

trickling in spring,

then gushing forth

with laughter.

Pure, pristine water

tumbling over ancient rocks.

Spring peepers awaken one night

in the wetlands,


in their chorus.

Robins return

with their song

to this majestic forest

to nest every spring.

Pine needles and maple leaves

shuffle and rustle in the breeze.

Tree roots hum with growth

as they reach

into the depths of these hills.

Humans chatter in debate

about whether or not the wealth

of the hidden, mute minerals

and possible jobs

are worth more

than the precious, pure flowing water.

Every square inch

holds a secret language.

Many voices of Earth,

longing to be translated to those

who don’t understand the dialect.

by Diana Randolph 


One response

  1. Pingback: Randolf paints | Lunchtrac

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s