Self Portrait of the Artist
Cynthia Adams Losen, on a July, 2009 Visit to the Lewis Ginter Botanical Gardens
Paintings and Photographs and Text Sometimes
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Art Show in July
Thursday, May 28, 2009
La Niña de las Orquídeas.

Saturday, May 23, 2009
Pilgrim Soul, a Portrait of Deacon McCommodore Charles
The image directly above is a picture of the portrait I did of Deacon McCommodore Charles. You can also find his words of wisdom and his stories on youTube. When you get there, just type in: cynthialosenInspired by William Butler Yeats’ beautiful poem, “When You are Old,” I renamed the portrait of Deacon Charles, “Pilgrim Soul” because it is the best description of this ordained Deacon and most long-standing member of
When You are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Self-Portrait with Aspiring Photographer at Church

Saturday, February 28, 2009
Story of Chelsea Hill

When I first seriously took up painting—about 8 years ago, I began with a portrait of Patrick, a friend dying of AIDS. I followed with portraits of literary and historical heroes—namely, William Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, Collette, and Maud Gonne.
As I struggled with something I was writing one day, I gazed up at the paintings around my desk. I became conscious of how my colors and lines resembled the stained-glass windows from my Irish-Catholic childhood. I’ve surrounded myself with saints, I thought. Inspired, I finished an essay that would culminate in a National Endowment for the Humanities award to study Irish mythology at Harvard University.
I don’t consider myself a writer or an artist as much as a senachie (SHAW– nah-kee)—Irish for “Storyteller.” There are several in every Irish or Irish-American family. We’re always looking for an audience; we can’t help it. Everything I paint comes from a significant experience. Each painting has a long story behind it.
This story began as an article for the Regional Governors’ Schools’ annual newsletter. Our students had renovated a playground in Whitcomb Court, an area of the city with historically high crime rates. Uncomfortable with exploring on foot, I looked for a church as a segue into the community. Pilgrim Baptist Church stands at the corner of Whitcomb and Mecklenberg Streets, across the street from Magnolia Gardens, a public housing community. Three years ago, a woman was murdered there, within hours of Sunday school and practically in front of the church. I saw Pastor Moore’s name on the sign outside and wrote it down. When he returned my call, he said he did not think he could help me with the story. Pilgrim, founded in 1909, used to be a neighborhood church, the one at the top of one of Richmond’s seven hills, this one called Chelsea Hill.
Many of Pilgrim’s members no longer live in the adjacent neighborhood because many of the homes on Chelsea Hill were torn down in the late 1950s in order to make room for Whitcomb Court, Mosby Court, Magnolia Gardens, and the now defunct juvenile-justice facility that stands where the church used to stand.
Some of the older members of Pilgrim remain in what was probably the city’s first African-American--then referred to as “Negro”-- subdivision, Eastview, erected in 1954. Many of these residents either went to college or sent their children through college. Postal workers (many of them veterans of World War II and Korea) and teachers predominated. Many members live in other areas of the city or even the counties, scattered by the winds of “progress,” which was a nice word city officials used back then to cover up their racist intentions, intentions that were fueled by the impending reality of the Brown vs. the Board of Education decision.
Among the actions taken was the building of multiple public housing communities (segregated—whites were sent to the south side) and the juvenile justice facility. Erected in 1960, the courthouse and its housing units have been closed for 8 or 9 years. Pastor Moore, who is also a prison chaplain, and therefore has a lot of credibility, told me that the church had purchased the property with the intention of turning it into a community outreach center, one that would address the great needs of this area—for members and non-members alike. That sparked my interest.
“ I don’t know why,” I said, “but I still want to come to services on Sunday.” Pastor Moore called back the day before I was to come and I feared that he had changed his mind. Instead, he asked about the spelling of my last name. As it turned out, Pastor Moore had been a student of Dr. Carl Losen, my father-in-law, who taught for years at Virginia Union University. Carl had also been his academic advisor.
Besides Pastor Moore, the first person I spoke to at length was Mary Charles. She started talking about what the area used to be like, telling me about the house where she grew up and the church that used to stand where the defunct juvenile center now stands.
Then I met McCommodore (Mac) Charles, Mary’s older brother. As it turned out, Mac and Mary are related to a colleague, Irvin Charles, head of security at my school.
I started coming to church every week, and usually took pictures of various events. I even attended meetings of the Elizabeth Project, a program for pregnant teens.
The more I got to know people, the more I came to love them, and the more I learned about a history that has been largely ignored. Formal research has led to some amazing discoveries—confirmed in the stories I have begun digitally audio-recording and transcribing. I’m not sure when I will find the time, but I plan to write a book about this place.
The paintings just kind of happened, as they always do. I have taken well over 7,000 digital photos, and only 10 have translated into paintings—so far.
Because of the storytelling element, the titles are nearly as important as the subjects themselves. I tried to explain the reason behind some of those names here. Some titles are inspired by a subject’s name; others are inspired by the action. Several have Biblical allusions; one, “Covenant,” was inspired by a Sunday School lesson.
All but three paintings that have been entered into a show has won a prize—from honorable mentions to first place. As I have been transformed, so has my work.
This community has an amazing story to tell—one of strength, endurance, love, and forgiveness. Like Irish-American families, African-American families have plenty of storytellers and the stories are great—full of pathos but also full of humor.
And now some of these stories can be told by images. Committed Baptists refer to themselves as saints, and saints deserve an audience. Look at the images, look for the stories, and let them transform you as they have transformed me.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Petersburg Art Show November 14-January 5


I didn't have as many as I had hoped to have, but managed to fill in the gaps with some old stuff. It's at the Petersburg Regional Art Center--the Old Butterworth's Furniture on Sycamore Street.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
November Art Show--Update as of October 19, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
"Tropical Garden"
This painting came from a visit to the garden with fourteen-year-old twins Sydney and Shertoria. Initially, I painted them in the colors of the clothing they wore that day, but I decided that there was too much pink. So I changed Sydney's shirt to more of a light magenta and Shertoria's to a warm light yellow. Not only are the girls pretty and photogenic, but they were also delightful company.Thursday, August 7, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
"Waterlilies"

Thursday, July 10, 2008
Shantel & Destiny at the Botanical Gardens

Monday, June 30, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Communion

Saturday, October 20, 2007
my home e-mail address
seelosen@comcast.net
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Saturday, September 1, 2007
"Jasmine in Bloom"

Here is the story of the painting:
Only three weeks ago, I stopped a little girl in the church basement. “What is your name,” I asked her.
“Jasmine,” she said.
“You’re the girl in my newest painting,” I said.
She jumped up and told everyone in the room.
I loved that her name was Jasmine. It evoked strong associations with the flower and its spicy-sweet scent.
I considered calling it “Jasmine’s Joy” because of the religious connotations but also because of the ice-cream truck. Most people have fond memories of that wonderful sound, followed by the indulgence of ice-cream.
Then “Jasmine in Bloom” came to mind, though I felt a little guilty about its closeness to “Imani in Bloom.”
“Jasmine in Bloom” stuck, however, in part because I began to view them as sister pieces—both about the connection between youth and age and also that sense of hope for renewal.
Little Divas

I started "Little Divas" in February but set aside and did not finish until May or June. I took the photograph on the first “Children’s Service” I attended. Children take charge of the service, from making announcements to reading Scripture to singing, as in this picture. Imani, the subject of “Imani in Bloom,” stands to the left.
This painting won an honorable mention in Art Works' July show.
"Sanctuary"

This occurred just before Easter services. They sat in my favorite spot and the light was coming in a way that made it impossible for me to resist taking their pictures. I was also drawn to the draping of the girl’s fuchsia sari and her grandmother’s cream-colored dress. Finally, there was something emotionally compelling about the scene, something that suggested sorrow but also solace. That was how I arrived at the name.
The little girl in this photograph is also in the photograph to the left (the girl in the middle), the subject of the painting, “Little Divas.”
With Tom Troeger, noted preacher, musician, educator and author.
Chapel of Saint Augustine of Hippo
Cathedral College of Washington National Cathedral
Wednesday, November 14th
7:30 pm followed by a reception celebrating the Washington Theological Consortium’s Body of Christ exhibition of works at the College.
Watching Over







