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Wednesday, December 31, 2025

10:30Am new years eve

I'm honestly really nervous... but I'm excited too.

This schedule took so much trial and error to get right..... and there were moments I thought it just wasn't going to work out the way I needed it to. But somehow it did.....

I genuinely feel like God was watching over this whole process. Not in a flashy way just quietly making sure the right doors stayed open...... These art and writing classes are exactly what I need right now, and it feels intentional......Like I'm being placed where I'm supposed to be not rushed or forced......

It hasn't been easy getting here, and I know it won't be easy moving forward either .....but I'm grateful. Nervous, yes Excited, definitely Trusting that God didn't bring me this far just to drop me now......

Here's to new beginnings...early mornings creativity and growth and coffee

Thursday, December 25, 2025

Preface

 

Preface


Between 70 BC and 19 BC,

in an age of many gods and restless empires, there lived a girl whose name meant midday horizon.

Horizon Meridiana was raised beneath the open sky of the Roman countryside, where sunlight ruled the fields at noon and rain was welcomed like an unspoken promise. Her world was simple: animals to tend, vines to climb, soil beneath her hands. Yet something unseen moved quietly alongside her days.

In the hush between olive trees and grapevines, she prayed without having been taught how, and she listened without knowing what she listened for.

This is her story.

Wednesday, December 24, 2025

ECLOGUE Before She Was the Soul By Cheyanne Cheney This is an updated iteration of a previous draft. I modified the name to align more closely with my character and the narrative universe. The essence remains unchanged only the form has evolved. ~Cheyanne Denise Cheney

 ECLOGUE Before She Was the Soul By Cheyanne Cheney

Slipping in and out of bodies Before the psst at midnight, Meridiana drifted through Rome like any other shade. The city was alive. Marble gleamed, markets buzzed, prayers burned on every stupid altar, but she walked unseen.

At first, the whispers were harmless. Priests murmuring in temples. Poets reciting in taverns. Meridiana, like smoke at the edges of torchlight, not fully there, not fully gone, but you remembered the sound. A low psst. The whispers didn't scare. They changed. She was less a ghost. More a parasite of destiny. Every time she passed, fate burned, history fractured. The cryptic hunters of Rome priests, figures, even poets, tried to trap her in a verse or cage her in rituals. None succeeded. A soft, sensitive little angel with a heart made of delicate glass. Yet every time prayer cracked deeper, she kneeled before the altar, trembling, not from purity but from the weight of a gaze she could not escape. She wept, not with sorrow, but with hunger. No hymn could cleanse her. Her glass heart rang a holy sound, a curse in disguise. Dive. Watching.

Watching. Breathing. The crucifix waiting for her to kneel lower. I don't know.

But the soul slips. And keeps slipping out of my body. So here I am, writing this. Visions. No hero sails. No city is born. The seas churn not with prophecy but with screams. Aeneas, hollow eyed, wanders through broken temples.

Statues of gods bleed tar. They mock him. They never breathed existence. The Sibyl's cave is deeper now, you idiot. Not a passage to Hades. Torches don't light. Fate does not build Rome. It builds nothing. It builds nothing. The Sibyl's voice cracks. She's mid-incarnation. The bone walls of Hades drip blood. When suddenly, silence.





9:39 PM ..... just getting back from the gathering.... The beautiful countryside of Danville... captured in the photos I took earlier....I’m truly blessed to have experienced a night like this.... It’s always so amazing God created such beautiful art in these scenes.....telling Him how amazing it is means so much to me....

Tonight I’m going to go back and revise my stories on Wattpad and Blogger, changing the name from Maccenzia to Vincentia Iulia and making any refinements where needed. Maccenzia isn’t a real Latin name, and it’s an old character from 7th grade that’s no longer relevant. Thank you.

Tuesday, December 23, 2025

Horizon Meridiana ☕️๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿฅ€๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿชท๐Ÿต๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒฑ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿชพ๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿ COMING 2026
First look at my very messy desk……
Yes……it’s messy……no……that’s not the problem……
The problem is I have a lot going on……and this “little project” stopped being little a long time ago……
It’s work……it’s art……it’s the only thing actually making sense right now……
I just want my art……my stories……God……school coming up……
That’s it……that’s the list……
……and honestly……I am excited……
But I’m also tired……tired of being slowed down……tired of being misunderstood……tired of people acting like focus is arrogance……
No exaggeration……
People hold you back quietly……with opinions……with doubt……with noise……
And I’m done carrying that……
This isn’t drama……
It’s truth……
And eventually……you’ll see……

Horizon Meridiana ☕️๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿฅ€๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿชท๐Ÿต๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒฑ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿชพ๐Ÿ’ฎ๐ŸCOMING 2026

Sunday, December 14, 2025

I have the speed draw but im going to have to link it

FAYYYYAAAAAAAA

EYESSSSSS

I like this but I dont draw anime just made it for kenzie plus its the old style I used to draw anime as

Wednesday, December 10, 2025

im just trying to start somewhere man i got shit to handle this winter and all next year college classes online classes a whole life im tryna build but every chain in danville every grocery store every dollar general is too busy playing favorites and locking out locals to even give me one damn interview im not begging for a handout im begging for one fair shot to earn my own money so i can keep chasing the dream ive had since kindergarten yeah that im that same little kid who walked into art class when in kindergarten and saw michelangelo and leonardo da vinci and was like thats gonna be me one day that kid is still in here fighting and im gonna make it damn it even if this whole town wont lift a finger to help ...art is always calling me i get discouraged as hell i do but it crushes me but it aint my fault its people i grew up and realized people just suck sometimes theyll step on the tiniest bit of hope you got especially when its something as small as a part time job but ill be damned if i sit here and let nepotism and fake ass now hiring signs kill everything ive wanted since i was five years old i just wanna work pay my own way make kindergarten me proud and make god proud thats it ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’™
I've applied to the Dollar General on Route 58 in Danville and I'm done being brushed off and discriminated against This town doesn't get to point fingers at the rest of the world for unfair treatment while quietly blackballing its own people who are trying to work. If you're not going to give me or any other qualified local a fair shot, stop pretending you're hiring 
To every fast-food and grocery store employer in Danville posting on IndeedStop the false advertising...

You put up Now Hiring signs...keep active job listings for weeks or months.... take people's applications...personal info... and time and then either ghost everyone or suddenly pull the posting with no explanation....It's dishonest it wastes people's hope and effort and it makes the whole platform useless when companies treat job ads like clickbait If you're not actually hiring take the listing down If you are then interview and hire the people who apply inThis isn't just one store it's almost every chain in town doing the same thing Consider this a public call out and a formal complaint I'm reporting every single one of these fake postings to Indeed Do better

Tuesday, December 9, 2025

9:52Am

Everything's a work in progress! Right now, I'm just focusing on studying art and perspectives and I'll be starting my very first piece soon. I'm checking out some art programs today, and once I get going on my work, I'll have more platforms available. I still need to pick up some paint and traditional tools eventually, but my first project is going to be a digital painting. I'm super nervous, but the piece is going to be of Maccenzia!


Monday, December 8, 2025

I'm absolutely in love with this drawing Kenzie made it's my character Maccenzia!I'm seriously about to cry happy tears... no one has ever drawn her before, and I don't have many artist friends, so this means the world to me. Kenzie, you're an incredibly talented artist I'm going to treasure this forever. Thank you so, so much!!



telling hope about her cousins (there dogs and cats she dont know)

snow ❄️


10:41 dec 8th

thank You thank You thank You
last year when the seizure hit so hard i thought that was it, lights out forever, You pulled me back
i felt You there in the shaking, in the blackout,
that was the moment i stopped pretending i could do this alone
that was the moment the cross went from “church story” to realer than my own heartbeat
epilepsy is far from scary anymore but what if
what if the storms in my brain are just Your brushstrokes
what if the misfiring neurons are part of the painting
You made me in Your image and You’re the wildest Artist
so maybe the glitches are intentional
maybe the static is sacred
boom. mind blown again
You’re trippy as hell, God
You’re in the shower steam, in the 3 a.m. thoughts, in the snow falling outside my window right now
You’re in the coffee that’s supposed to keep me awake but i’m still dozing off holding the mug like an idiot
You’re everywhere and it bends my brain in the best way
i get mad at You and people sometimes ok maybe alot
i scream, i doubt, i cuss, i’m a mess
but You still answer
even when i don’t see it
even when i’m too proud or too broken to say thank You out loud
Jesus, You walked here, bled here, died innocent
that still wrecks me
You could’ve snapped Your fingers and ended it all but You let them nail You
for me
for this epileptic, overthinking, coffee-spilling disaster of a human
i’m sorry for the rage
i’m sorry for the days i forget
i’m sorry my feelings are a hurricane i can’t steer
but You get it
You made the hurricanes too
so yeah
if my brain lights up like a broken strobe light sometimes
maybe that’s just Your signature in the corner of the canvas
maybe that’s You saying “I was here”
thank You for the art
thank You for the scars
thank You for still holding me when the world shorts out
i’m gonna fall asleep now with snow on the window and cold coffee in my hand
and i know You’ll be in the dreams too
your turn to rest, Jesus
i got the night watch
(coffee in one hand, shaky brain in the other)
i’m on it
♥️๐Ÿ’€
we must protect Him at all costs i miss him already..... even though He's literally protecting us 8 billion of us at the same time

I am currently feeling irritable and annoyed in hours, soul heavy as actual sin, heart doing that ugly shaky cry where you can't breathe??

I'm just dust bones and organs...

the second I see Him my soul goes feral *gently protects jesus* like bro You're literally GOD You spoke galaxies into existence You hold black holes in Your pinky and still my stupid little heart tries to shield You because You loved me guess that's what happens when a mortal falls in love with the Immortal who loved her first

*gently protects *forever*

Wednesday, December 3, 2025

7:03 pm Dec 3rd

I NEED to finish these perspective notes before January because ART CLASSES ARE COMING and I’m literally vibrating with hype!!!! I know I haven’t posted new drawings in a hot minute and that’s because I’ve been in full nerd mode studying instead of creating, and that’s okay!! You gotta feed the brain before you let the hand cook. Study → create is the cheat code.More art books drop this week too so my desk is about to look like a tiny library exploded on it ๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’• Can’t wait to drown in grids, anatomy, color theory, and all the good stuff. Future me is gonna be so annoying (in the best way) when school starts. BRING IT ON.

*zones out*๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿฅ€