Stellar Maris Star of the Sea

A Window into the World of Fairy

*****Moonrise Herbs, Window into Fairy, Artist Raylenea

Silence and Motion

Silent and Song: Flower Fairies in Motion

In a quiet garden where petals whisper,
one fairy stands still—silent, watching, serene.
Around her, others dance with joyful motion,
and one plays a delicate trumpet made of flowers,
calling the wind and light to join their celebration. This piece, Glory du Fey, invites you into a moment of stillness and music,
a secret world where nature and spirit entwine.
It’s part of my ongoing journey with Open Studio and The Ink People here in Humboldt,
where I blend poetry, art, and the sacred rhythms of the earth. Come step into the dance—where silence and song become one.

The Artist

Meet the Artist: A Glimpse into Wild Elemental Art 🌿 📍 Humboldt, California | In collaboration with Open Studio & The Ink People Hello, I'm Raylene —an artist, poet, and nature-listener. I create what I call Wild Elemental Art—pieces born from quiet encounters with flowers, forests, spirits, and memory. Each work is infused with story, symbol, and a deep reverence for the natural world. This season, I'm honored to be participating in Open Studio with the Ink People here in Humboldt. My garden is becoming a gallery—a living space where visual art and poetic storytelling meet in a dance of earth, soul, and imagination. This photo was taken in a field of Queen Anne’s Lace, one of my lifelong companions. Like much of my art, it reminds me that beauty doesn’t shout—it whispers. ✨ You’re warmly invited to follow along as I prepare for the show, and to step into the magic when the doors open.

Bloodlines

"My blood is braided—
green with moss, silver with myth.
From Tara to the salt palaces of the Franks,
my foremothers sang with stones in their hands.
I was never meant for thrones—
only thresholds, where stories walk barefoot.
I carry no crown.
Only the wind in my chest,
and the riverline of remembering."**

DNA Spiral

This Is My World

Sometimes it’s the smell that stops me. A wildflower’s scent rises unexpectedly on the breeze — sharp, sweet, precise. I stop walking. I breathe in. I look around. And there it is, glowing from a slope or peeking through roadside grass, asking to be seen. That’s how many of my pieces begin.
Not with a plan — but with a pause. My husband Matt and I often ride backroads on a motorcycle, exploring high mountains and hidden valleys. I keep a tiny flower press tucked into my bag — some small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. They’re quiet companions on our travels, holding the delicate shape of what caught my heart. Always, before I take anything, I offer something back — a pinch of blue cornmeal, scented with lavender from my garden. This practice was given to me by my Native American teachers when I was in my early twenties. But my roots go deeper still — into the old country ways of Europe, where offerings were left in the hedgerows and prayers whispered to trees. This is not about collecting.
It’s about relationship. Some flowers come from wild places, where the sky feels close.
Others come from my garden here in Humboldt County — where the ocean sings just a mile away, and frogs begin their chorus when the sun slips down. At home, I scatter the pressed blooms on my kitchen table.
This table is my studio.
Not a special space set apart — just where I make tea, where I read, where I rest my hands. Its blue surface becomes sky, and the flowers return to flight. I arrange them by feel.
By story.
By silence.
I never know what will come until it begins. This is my world.
One shaped by wind, scent, memory, and prayer.
The art you’ll see in Wild Elementals carries the rhythm of the land — both this land, and the old ones I still remember in my bones.

🌿 WILD ELEMENTALS – Open Studio Art Show
WHEN: June 7th & 8th, 10 AM – 6 PM
WHERE: Garden Gate from the street at
1151 A Silverado Ave, McKinleyville, California
PART OF: North Coast Open Studios 🌸 Original works born of mountain roads, kitchen tables, and quiet offerings
🍵 Herbal tea while you wander
🧚 A special appearance by the Fairy Godmother, 11 AM to Noon
🌎 Earth Altar for wishes and gratitude Bring a friend.
Let yourself stop when the flowers call.

Wild Elementals: A Preview

As the days warm and the garden awakens, I’m preparing something close to my heart — Wild Elementals, my upcoming art show for the Open Studio with the Humboldt Collective. Each piece is a dance between image and spirit: photographs layered with myth, poetic fragments, offerings to the unseen. Expect fairies at the threshold, dragonfire in the mist, madrone bark like ancient scrolls. These works come from quiet moments in nature, when something sacred stirs — and I listen. I'll be showing these pieces among the trees and flowers, where they belong. Come walk through. Let your senses open. You may find a bit of yourself in the moss, the wind, the wing of a passing butterfly.

Offering Dragon

Offering – A Dragon, A Gift, A Garden I call this piece Offering —
because that’s how it came to me. One fall afternoon, I found a strip of elk horn moss on the forest floor. It had fallen from the trees, twisted and rough, almost glowing in its stillness. I picked it up and saw dragon scales. Not the fierce kind — but the ancient, grounded kind. A dragon born from the rhythm of the woods. He came together slowly. A maple leaf wing. Petals for breath. And atop his head, the bare center of a flower whose petals had already fallen — a crown made not of power, but of letting go. And those feet.
Big, curled, rooted. Holding him steady, like he belongs to the mountain itself. There’s no spell in this — only rhythm.
The kind of quiet magic that unfolds when we pay attention.
When we let the forest speak. This dragon will be part of my upcoming art show, Wild Elementals — a gathering of original works inspired by nature’s raw rhythms. You’ll find images, poetry, natural altars, and small sacred moments. Come wander through a blooming garden, sip herbal tea, and let yourself be surprised.

WILD ELEMENTALS – Open Studio Art Show
WHEN: June 7th & 8th, 10 AM – 6 PM
WHERE: Garden Gate from the street at
1151 A Silverado Ave, McKinleyville, California
PART OF: North Coast Open Studios ✨ Original works inspired by the wild and the unseen
🌸 Flowers, herbs, and handmade altars
🍵 Herbal tea to enjoy as you wander
🧚 A special appearance by the Fairy Godmother — 11:00 AM to Noon
🌎 Optional: Leave a wish at the Earth Altar Bring a friend. Wear something comfortable.
Come experience the beauty that blooms when creativity meets the wild.

Art as a Prayer

Lately, I’ve stopped thinking of art as “making” and more as listening. Many of the works in Wild Elementals began with a simple walk — a fallen flower, a shimmer of light, a sudden feeling that I was not alone. From there, it’s about weaving image and word into an offering. A kind of devotional act. These aren’t just photos. They’re stories, oracles, tiny altars. Some hold grief. Some hold delight. Some are doors. And maybe, if you pause long enough, they’ll open.

Lichen du Fey The Lichen Fairy

Another fairy from Parc de Saint-Cloud! On the left side, you’ll see a sharp little profile: nose, chin, mouth, and a dot of an eye. His hat flows into the tree line. The lichen forming his head is Cup Lichen—also called Fairy Cups. They carry potent love potions, the strongest being Self-Love. That’s why they’re called “Like-In” fairies. Self-love is the main ingredient in living happily ever after! —Raylenea

Mythic Moments

🦌 The White Deer Photo Title: The White Deer
Artist: Raylenea
Medium: 8” x 10” glass frame
Captured: Spring of 2022 My first encounter was with a White Deer—in the most unexpected of places, an urban stream during the New Moon. I had gone to pray and offer blessings as I do each lunar cycle. There, resting by the stream, was the White Deer. He saw me. And yet, he stayed. For twenty minutes, we communed. I spoke softly. His ears flicked. He listened. There was no fear. Later, I researched the symbolism of white deer. The Klamath River tribes revere them in their World Renewal Ceremonies. In Celtic lore, they are messengers from the otherworld. And in medieval Europe, Saint Hubert had a vision of Christ appear between the antlers of a White Stag. I learned something else—Saint Hubert is part of my blood lineage. St. Hubert (A Poem) One Holy Day Saint Hubert went a hunting deep in the forest.
A veil of fog floated over the land and frost clung to branch and bough.
Through the mist the Saint came upon a clearing in the woods,
there stood a Stag white as snow with head held high.
Between the White Stag’s great antlers the saint did see
a vision of Christ that brought poor Hubert down upon his knees. “You have hunted my brethren and killed out of lust
and lost your way and forgot how to trust.
My presence is within all of the Nature you see,
the hart and the hare and the trickling stream,
And the wind that blows yet is never seen.
The trees are my chapel here in the woods,
the flowers are the psalm yearning to be understood.
Have compassion on my congregation of creatures
Your protection they need… do not live out of lust
do not live from greed
Return to your heart the seat of your soul.” The Vision faded, only the White Stag remained.
The wind whispered through the trees,
The birds broke the silence into a chorus of song.
St Hubert made right all things that had been done wrong. 
Amen.

🦬 The White Bison Photo Title: White Bison
 On a road trip through the Rockies with my husband Matt, we stopped for coffee in a tiny town. A local man gave us directions—not only to caffeine, but to a newly born white bison. In Native stories, the White Bison holds sacred significance. One tale tells of a Holy Woman who appeared as a white buffalo. One man approached her with lust—he turned to ash. The other came in reverence—he received the sacred Peace Pipe. The White Bison is a symbol of both hope and warning: to purify our thoughts, return to prayer, and walk with a clean heart.

🌲 The White Redwood Photo Title: White Redwood The first time I saw a White Redwood was decades ago at a sweat lodge. A Medicine Man offered a bouquet of White Redwood leaves as a sacred gift—but never revealed where he found them. Last summer, I saw one for myself. In the wild. Science offers its explanations. But from what I’ve learned, and felt, this is an Angel Tree. A rare being in the forest, not here by accident. Now more than ever, we must protect the Redwoods—with prayers, with care, with awe. There are Angels Amongst Us.