Welcome and thank you for visiting my site...


This page is representative of my work in ceramic sculpture and poetry.

My art statement is 'Diana' and the galleries are images of my current work and poetry pages. These pages will be updated in early 2019, so please scroll through them from time to time... 

In 2017, I was part of a six women show at The Morvah Galleries showing  new work

produced following my Stroke. Some of the images reproduced here are indicative of my journey back to health. Many of the sculptures are departures from my usual themes of 'mother and child', birds, animal studies and the abstracted human form. Instead of mass there is space  

and inner complexity of movement - all abstract representations of my inner journey.

These images can be found here on the home page and in the Gallery.

In 2018, I rejoined Open Studios after an absence of several years. I used the stoneware

white clay and continued the exploration of mass, space and relationship to gravity -  always an essential component of my work. Work can be viewed in the Gallery and on this page.

1n 2019, I was delighted to be part of a series of shows to be held at The Hypatia Trust, Chapel

Street, Penzance. The vision of art director Delpha Hudson, who has developed her idea of

a 'conglomerate'  - combining sculptor's work for a 'happening' - and then individual work

on show in the Hypatia space.  My exhibition was in May.  The six to eight sculptures

displayed on plinths were themed 'Mother and Child' and will be a retrospective, as well as new work produced this winter.  In February 1978 I had the honour of spending  an afternoon

with Henry Moore.  He talked about influences from ancient civilisations; the truth to materials;

recurring themes and the role of inspiration:  "There is no such thing as inspiration, only hard work." True to his teaching I have sculpted the human form, especially mother and child, for

over forty years - with one major innovation:  Henry Moore's work has a very solid base, my work - from my student days - has exploited the natural force of gravity. Please scroll through the images, either on this home page or the gallery.

The photographed exhibits for the show followed in July'19. The Henry Moore Foundation 

had said I could use my notes and quotes written during the meeting, and  I have submitted a copy to be stored in their archives.




'THE  FRADGAN FOUR' Easter Show in my studio/gallery with three friends.  A mixed media

show of printmaking, painting and collage, conceptual art  and ceramic sculpture.  The dates are Saturday 11th - Saturday 18th.  Invitations to private views, finisage and friends' events to follow.  This promises to be a show of new work and new ideas, and it is the first time that we have worked together, so an exciting new venture. 

OPEN STUDIOS SOUTH WEST - Dates for Open Studios 2020 is Saturday 23rd to Saturday 31st May.

This year I have invited my friend Claire Voss Bark to join me in sharing my studio and presenting her prints -  monoprints of experimental, abstract seascape studios.

I will be exhibiting new ceramic and cement fondue sculpture, using a variety of different finishes: glaze, bitumen, acrylics and  fire and water etc.  

PERSONAL DECISION:  I have very sadly decided that my poetry performance reads have come to an end. It has  become harder each time, owing to my 'nervous legs' and I don't look forward to the excitement of performing to an audience anymore. At the moment I am grieving

but know it is the right decision!  Instead I will try to concentrate on my forthcoming Open

University course on poetic forms. And hope to reach a standard that enables me to 'send out' eventually - something I haven't managed to accomplish for many years.  Thank you for 

telling me you like my work, it has helped but now is the time to study......

Mother and Child. 155cms x 60cms

"The problem for me is finding the truth

  in the 'form' of the sculpture."

                                             Henry Moore

Studio view  -   March 2019

"The butterfly counts not months

   but moments, and has time enough."

               Rabindranath Tagore

The Senses 50cms x 40cms

I                   ""Those who flow as life

                      flows know they need no 

                      other force." Lao Tzu

"There is no such thing as inspiration,

   only hard work."  Henry Moore

                      February 1978

Artemis. 27cm x 11cm.

Aftermath. 27cm x 11cm.

"My destination is no longer a

place, but a new way of seeing."

                               Marcel Proust

I began sieving the clay streams near my home in Tywardreath, Cornwall when I was ten years old. I instinctively knew to sieve all debris, mostly rotting vegetation and small pebbles, before drying the clay on granny’s washing board. When it was malleable I fashioned figurines of the neighbourhood dogs and cats. So began a life time of working with clay.


Next spring I will hold a show in my studio of paintings and prints by four

friends and my new work, mostly bird studies.

OPEN STUDIOS: 2020 - my studio: with my print making friend Claire Voss Bark and my 'Bird 3'show

Gravity fascinates me. The theme of my work evokes the brink of gravity, the very edge of falling and an uncomfortable sense of foreboding. Thwarting gravity fascinates me even more: balance and counter-balance are the key figures in exploring the poised point; the apex of the fall...

My early work influenced by Henry Moore

Aftermath. 27cm x 11cm.

I have been writing and performing poetry for decades. Initially at the Poetry Society, Earl’s Court, and two fringe theatres: The Bush and The King’s Head, Islington.  Twenty two years ago I moved to Penzance and joined the much-missed Penzance Arts Club. The well-known poet Bob Deveroux regularly performed there, and he introduced me to the local arts community. With his encouragement I began to perform my work – using a range of dialects and with the audience's  participation. Nearly two

decades later I have reluctantly decided to end my poetry performances. Please read...

My poems reflect the 'warp and weft' of living. Sometimes they are sad and painful,

often they are humorous. Always they seek our vulnerability and mortality - hopefully with a gentle 'eye' - whilst  I explore the themes of loss, love, illness, dementia and death.

Aftermath. 27cm x 11cm.

Pathos. 42cm x 18cm.


I hadn't closed the gate,

it was only a gate-type of gate

but it closed you off  from me forever.

Looking back I saw my footprints

on the lichened path.

I saw your windows shaded by shadows

and quiet dust motes settling for the night.

Pathos. 42cm x 18cm


Oaken our hands laden with age,

lichened with destiny,

etched with old grievances.


Old sorrows runneled        

into cleats of misgiving.


Gentle byways running

bare-faced with artifice, lying.

Hands. 50cm x 33cm.


Fishing, fishing

Casting and reeling

Laughing at seagulls

Feeling love

Watching our mackerel

Sky unfold

Leaning, leaning

Laughter turns to keening

I am falling



Into the

Blue water

Screaming, screaming


Sea-smoothed rocks

Soft as an eiderdown

Rocking me gently

Bidding me sleep

Rising, rising

Now on tiptoe

Agony a crescendo


My foetus

slide, like a

Working man's breakfast,

Beneath the blue water.

 Mother and Child  75cms x 53cms


The deaf/blind seagull

crouched, listening for an echo.

The ancient crow watched,

head cocked, eyes skewing

as the maimed bird began

a walk into the 

shadowed road wide as a

lifetime, narrow with seconds to live.

The raucked cry a rising

tremolo of grief,

the gull heard, heard and survived,

and already turning with waddling steps

eager, with intent,

to hear the crow's gentler cries.


It is the substance of my shadow,

it is the white space of my mind

and the kernel of my being.

It is the infinity of my thoughts.

It is the taproot and the lightening rod

of the commune with my God.

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Reclining Figure. 50cm x 28cm



My mate Charlie Strode

lives in a box, a cardboard box,

a ‘des res’ - a Hitachi.

Comes with polystyrene walls,

and anti-damp sachets.


Ella Mount lives next door in a Sony,

a thirty-eight incher. Bijou,

compact, with nylon reinforcements

and big Velcroed flaps.


Tommy Grime lives in a palette frame.

Polythene windows and a raised platform

base, under floor heating too - if you

don’t mind the fug.


Pete Small lives in a White Knight combi

divided down the middle: fridge,

with poly walls one side,

freezer, with poly walls on the other.


Long Tall Sal lives in an Indesit.

Seven feet end to end - slim as a whistle. 

Lined with bubble wrap,

and she’s got LED lighting.


My new box is coming tomorrow.

A Fridgidaire.  Very basic.

No bells or smells.

Just two-ply manilla.

A snug fit though.


Probably my last one.

Fledgling Gull. 62cm x 45cm

The Stroke. 45cm x 29cm

 Mother and Child  nfs




Sat high on her nose,

so high she saw the sun glisten

and converge into twin orbs -

almost celestial their vision

as they watched, waited,

dipped in coy deference,

rose again, polished and

powerful – almost invincible

in their ability to perch

in their eerie safe from

flaying fingers clutching

an arm, defying cruel

gravity waiting its turn.

The rose-tinted spectacles

tilted in the mist, couldn’t

get a bearing – sought

to regain their balance, find

a centre-point, seek

out solutions, raised their arms

in supplication, changed their

position, sat lower on her

nose – to wait out the

murk and misdoubt

steaming their lenses,

clouding their vision,

fearing the worst.

The rose-tinted spectacles

slithered and slid

down they fell,

down, down,

into a place neither

knew – to where the

air was clear, where

her resting cheek

smiled, and her thoughts,

clear as crystal,

recognised you.



...Childhood lost


Already a spindle’s width

Of knowing the weft and


The threads of rekindled


Already glowing like the

Curtain moth

Slowly closing the night

Wings ticking

Still the fluttering silence

Hanging still

Another flight tomorrow

Meandering threads

Tamped down yesterday

Woven  silky  tight

A teazled length   almost

A bolt.

Almost ready for the paddling.

Memory has already




White clay: Mother and Child 50cm x 22cm

 Sea Bird bowl 25cms x 17cms

Cormorant. 68cm x 37cm

Basking Gull  p.c


Her limbs sat in still repose.

Not waiting, not hungry for movement.

Just unmoving, attached to something else, just resigned.

Just sitting in her chair – all the wheels aligned.

Silent, pensive, just waiting for a human hand.

For the signal to turn, to give her space, to move her.

Early Influences...


I am influenced by archaic Greek sculpture (especially early Cycladic), crumbling medieval statuary and weathered coastal rock formations that I have observed all over Europe. Using clay, stone, wood, metal and water, I borrow from the Elements: taking oxides from the earth for colour and texture. Fire to transmute wood, clay and metal. Wind for movement and water, sometimes living flora to enhance or weather the form. I draw from emotive memories and combine them with new experiences which, through their fusion, create forms - whether abstract or representational that, hopefully, conveys an interactive response between the viewer and the piece of sculpture.

Smoke fired sculpted bowl p.c..

Cormorant standing bowl p.c

Venus  - carved limestone p.c.

View of my studio circa 2018 - updated view to  follow w/e 20th and 21st October 2019.   Plinths rearranged and showing new work, including birds

View of my studio  circa 2015

Fradgan House Studio and Gallery

21 The Fradgan, Newlyn, Penzance Tr18 5be 

H: 01736333180 

M 07743461895 

E: artemisdd@tiscali.co.uk

W: dianadixon.co.uk

For further dimensions,  prices of pieces and shipping, please contact me!

Lovers -  22cms x 31cms

Please come back soon for updated pages. Thank you.


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