My name is Natasha Rose Diamondstone-Kohout. I was born and raised six miles up river where the roots of Black Mountain meet the water of the West River. My formative years of life were crafted around the seasons: lazy fireflies and the expansiveness of summer, the crisp air and crimson apples of fall, the winter hush and muffled silence of snow on evergreen, the dawnlight birdsong as we, like spring seeds, grew roots in freshly thawed dirt. 

It is within this endless cycle of life, love, death and rebirth where I find the spark of magic. 

It is this magic that I wish to share through my art. 

I don’t know any medicine as strong as the flight of an owl overhead or the wafting scent of lilac on a warm breeze. My hope is to integrate this magic into my creations so that every time someone brews tea in one of my pots or drinks from a mug of mine, every time someone looks at a portrait I’ve painted or an ink print of a fairy ring, they feel the boundless love and grounding of the natural world within them.