Caera Clancy is a painter residing in Seattle Washington. She was born 25 years ago in Belfast, Northern Ireland. The day she was born, her father Sean was gunned down in an alley outside their home. Her mother, Theresa brought her to the United States when she was twelve years old which wasn’t early enough to prevent the bitterness from setting in.
Her paintings reflect the anger that she feels toward the British government, and their role in the continuing strife in her birthplace. There are abstract portraits of poverty stricken families in West Belfast. Sometimes the paintings reflect death, and dying. The paintings that are not so dark are dreamscapes of peace in a united Ireland.
She wears a tweed cap of a green-grey weave. It is so old that there is no snap on the bill. It was her fathers and she plans never to part with it as long as she can draw a breath. Whenever she wears it, she is inspired to paint Irish republican art. Her father inherited the cap from his grandfather, who wore it at least as far back as Easter, 1916.
She said once, “This old tweed cap has seen so much. Y’know, sometimes I think that the ghosts of me da, and his granda are still livin’ in it sure.”