A Rogue With An "L"

The Rogue Speaks:

It' time again for YOU-KNOW-WHAT. Today I am writing about an artist who is also my friend. We met shortly after I moved to Tucson and soon became the best kind of friends that people can have in life. So without further ado, I present for my L offering, the life and times of Diane Loving:


Born the illegitimate daughter of Pablo Picasso and his eighty-fourth mistress, Diane Loving was forced to flee Paris after what has been called internationally “L’Incident du Louvre,” where she insisted upon “prettifying” her father’s works by cutting out facial features on his portraits and pasting them back on…properly. I mean, whoever heard of some lady having 2 eyes on one side of her upside down nose ?

Diane lived briefly in New York until the fateful night of the “Warhol Incident,” when she took a can opener to several of Andy’s famous Campbell Soup silkscreens. Though she was hailed by some critics, several members of Warhol’s Factory bought her a one-way ticket to Los Angeles where she thrived designing masterpieces sprayed onto buildings in the dead of night. This became known as the “Spray Paint Incident,” if only in Diane’s own head. She escaped to Tucson 2 steps ahead of the law.

The colors of the desert inspired Diane to paint canvases in beige, ecru, eggshell, brown, tan and dirt tones. She fought this inspiration however, and settled for exploring the intricacies of filigree with pen and black ink.

Diane’s works can be seen locally in galleries in Tucson and Tubac, and someday her works may re-appear in Italy, if the Vatican Council ever issues a pardon for the “Sistine Chapel Ceiling Incident.”

If you ever hear that I have been arrested and taken to jail for participating in some wild and dangerous act, you can bet the Diane will be my cell-mate, unless she was able to out-fox the law and make a clean getaway, leaving me holding the evidence.

Oh, and if I ever disappear while trying to find the home of a Guild artist who happens to live near the end of the earth, I guarantee that Diane will have been driving the car, leaving me to be the navigator, while knowing full well that I have serious right/left issues.

I must confess that I plagiarized the first part of this post, having stolen it from the Guild's Bio Book of Artists. I hope you still enjoyed reading it, though.