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Fire flies and glowing trees come to life, one summer night. https://www.artofcierra.com/product/cerulean-abstract-expressionist-acrylic-on-canvas-panel-8x10-framed |
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Fire flies and glowing trees come to life, one summer night. https://www.artofcierra.com/product/cerulean-abstract-expressionist-acrylic-on-canvas-panel-8x10-framed |
A short while ago, I was invited to fulfill the role of Art Editor at Rawhead Journal. As a vigorous lover of both art and literature, this means a great deal to me. A very special thank you to John T. Leonard for reaching out to me with offering of this position and for all of the kind and generous words sent my way regarding the importance and significance of this role and why I am ''a truly invaluable member of the growing team''. Thank you so much.
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https://rawheadjournal.org/about/ |
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Dark trees, holding shades of green, stand beneath intense sun rays. Deep pink skies, flecked by blue and black, stretch on in the distance. https://www.artofcierra.com/product/sun-dream-abstract-expressionist-acrylic-on-canvas-panel-8x10-framed |
Currently baking my dad a diabetic cake for Father's Day. Happy Father's Day to all of you dads, papas, daddies, pa's and grandpas out there. I hope that each of you realize how special you are and how much of an impact you make each and every day just by being ''dad''.
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This is a photo that I snapped a few years ago, while gathering fire wood with my father. It was a really nice day, late in the year. |
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A planter of red begonias sit at the forefront of an unfolding summer day. Behind them, cumulonimbus clouds linger near thick and tangled masses of trees. |
Landscapes have their mysteries. I have photographed them often. Some, from a distance and other times closer. But before I picked up the camera, I travelled often as a child. In hindsight I was in awe of how different one region was from another and startled by how many places lingered just outside of what I was able to see from my tiny hometown. When you travel, the world seems to expand.
During that time, my idea of 'home' was primitive and naive. It was after adolescence that idea changed; becoming more emotional, more complex. 'Home' means many things to many different people. It's the place that you know, the place that surrounds you, the private space cushioned between self and nature, the sacred setting of time, season and familiar comforts.
I grew up in a very southern and rural area, so overtime nature became something of a confidant for me. To find inspiration for my landscapes, I often revisit my photography or go on nature walks and snap more photos of things that make an impression on me; Trees swaying in the wind before a heavy rain, a rainbow breathing life into the sky, a setting sun kissing freshly tilled land as day winds down to night. Nature is a huge part of my background; both artistically, and personally. When I paint, I like to capture whatever I am seeing in my own way, with colors that fit the emotional aspect of a scene (how it makes me feel). I translate that reverence for nature through hues in my palette that hold significance to me. I am also very much into texture and enjoy using thick paints with my palette knife to achieve this within my landscapes.
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A late Spring double rainbow appears after a storm, spreading across the sky behind a thicket of trees. Rainbows are an incredibly beautiful natural phenomenon that often appear around here, following a hard downpour of rain. https://www.artofcierra.com/product/rainbow-after-the-storm-palette-knife-landscape-acrylic-on-canvas-panel-8x10-framed |
Me and one of our little ones enjoying the sunshine alittle bit. I look like a nutcase but she loves it when I make silly faces and cuddle her. Now that I think of it, so does my husband lol. She's about to jump on me in this photo, so I like this pic. It makes me smile. Also, I struggle with acne due to stress. So if there are all kinds of like, little dots on my face, it's from acne scars which suck but are normal. I can't wear makeup to cover it either because of allergies so... but the sunshine feels nice. And she doesn't care.
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Lush greenery and thick masses of trees swim together under a pink sun, hanging in the sky on the first evening of summer. Sunsets in this region are often a treat, with many of them having intense colors or simply a pastel background holding a striking sun. (inspired by my photography). https://www.artofcierra.com/product/candy-sun-palette-knife-landscape-acrylic-on-canvas-panel-8x10-framed |
A few days ago, in the later hours, while daylight was still visible, the sun was an absolutely gorgeous shade of pink. High in the sky, above dark green trees. It was a pink sun in an ashy blue sky with soft accents. I was completely in awe and couldn't stop staring. It was then that I decided I would really like to paint scenes from around here. By this I mean plant life in my home region, intimate landscapes and scenes from the area where I grew up that make an impression on me or that are important to me natively. I have not painted scenes from my surroundings since quitting oils a few years ago.
I take nature photos often. I took a photo of the sun that I mentioned on my phone and that is the photo shown on the screen in this pic. You can't really see how vivid it is or the impression of the colors, like at all due to camera resolution but it was really nice and very pink. Very grateful to have captured this photo to use as reference for the painting on the left which I am completing with palette knives, brush and heavy body acrylics.
My mother invited me to a church event. Church is a healing place and reminds me of my Grandmother. It really does. Like, whenever I go there I feel really close to her because it meant alot to her. In the photo, I and other women are serving guests for a special event at church.
My grandmother and mother, since I was a little girl, served often on the Kitchen Committee. My grandmother was elected head of the Kitchen Committee before my mother and then my mother was elected as head of the Kitchen Committee afterwards. Sometimes my aunt even helped out. Seeing all three of them together was so nice. I really miss that. This committee is a group of women who organize, prepare and serve food and tend to guests when there is an event or ceremony.
As a little girl, I often remember how tired they were at the closing of an event and how my Grandmother didn't want to leave my mother to sort everything out. Instead she stayed even longer, working as a team with ma', to sort things out once guests went home.
This particular event was a celebration of women, so women from many parts of the region were there. This time, I was privileged to be part of a small group of women who helped serve. It wasn't the Kitchen Committee but something similar involving serving.
Serving, in any way, stems from gratitude and it was a privilege to greet so many amazing and beautiful women who I had not known before, along with seeing familiar faces from when I was a little girl. May is hard. It's easier to just like, pretend that it isn't May. That's how hard it is for me. So, I was a little nervous about going but my husband was encouraging and supportive. It was comforting. Everyone was so nice. Even that lady who knew that I didn't know how to use the Keurig to make her a cup of coffee.
I know that some people get weirded out when anyone mentions church online. Sometimes people tease or have something condescending to say about it. Online you're expected to be whoever people want you to be or whoever people have decided that you are and you're judged if you have any sort of tradition that isn't on par with popular culture. It's whatever though *shrug*. I just prefer to post things that matter to me. This church is a place of love, peace and healing. A place with people of all appearances. Going to a place that helps you shouldn't be condemned, but instead encouraged.
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(I'm wearing the dark scarf) |