Me n my bear friend ready to help set up a dope holiday market

I’ll be hanging out and peddling my wares at the first ever (!!) Wallingford Holiday Market in Seattle, and YOU SHOULD COME HANG OUT WITH ME. Please? I’d be thrilled to meet you. November 30 from 10 am – 3 pm.

I’ll have some cards, prints, originals, journals, tote bags, and other things with my art on them. I’d like to think people that you care about would be thrilled to receive them as gifts, because I made all of them with lots of love and would be very happy to know that other people get joy from them.

I’ll post some photos of these alleged wares later, but if you can’t be there in person, feel free to shoot me a message and I’ll ship em your way.

Cheers, R.

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Recent art show was very lovely! Managed to smash two of my frames right out the gate during set up, but so it goes right? Never the soft adventure of undoom? All the other artists near me were so incredibly warm and helpful!

I’ve been bad at posting. Been working on lots of new things and getting ready to be in a couple holiday markets! More details to follow. But more importantly: how are you? I hope your brain has been full of lovely ideas and joy lately, my currently-reading-this friend.

Cheers, R.

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PS: boatloads of cards and prints for sale as always, just give me a shout 🙂

Put a bird on it.

Hello friends! I have a bunch of cards ripe for the purchasing! When was the last time you sent someone you love a card? Why not send em a nice bird? Shoot me a message and I’ll ship em your way!

5 x 7 inch blank cards!
$6 individually
$20 for a pack of all four birds
$35 for two packs of all four birds

I have cards available for most everything on my site, so give me a shout if you’d like any other designs or prints or originals.

Please oh god trying to sell art is terrifying and I’m broke how do people do this help

I hope you are having a fantastic day! Cheers, R.

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Hello friends! I’ve been terrible at posting lately! How are you? How has your week been? I hope you’re doing well. I’ve been busy trying to plan out what to show and how to show it at an upcoming show in Seattle. Here’s my space having been turned into a staging ground for how to arrange things.

Also I made a Facebook page because that seems like a thing people do when they want to sell things. It’s here if you wanna follow me: https://www.facebook.com/racheladmasart.

Can’t wait to catch up on everyone’s amazing art that I’ve been missing for the last week!

Cheers, R.

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One of my favorite specimens I’ve ever collected in my notebooks since 2006 (ripped out of Juxtapoze magazine). It’s gotten a little faded, but I adore it.

http://www.misprintedtype.com/work/personal-works/drawing/

Eduardo Recife is absolutely amazing and works in drawing, collage, and fonts.

Here’s the not-ripped-out-of-a-magazine version.

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https://blogs.nasa.gov/letters/2012/04/03/post_1333471169633/

A beautiful diary from the perspective of a zucchini plant being grown on the International Space Station. He is lonely, but full of love, and I can only imagine the astronaut writing on his behalf might feel similar.

First entry:

I sprouted, thrust into this world without anyone consulting me.  I am not one of the beautiful; I am not one that by any other name instills flutters in the human heart.  I am the kind that makes little boys gag at the dinner table thus being sent to bed without their dessert.  I am utilitarian, hearty vegetative matter that can thrive under harsh conditions.  I am zucchini – and I am in space.

His growth brings joy in space:

My gardener fusses with my leaves.  I am not sure if I like that.  I now have four and I do not quite understand why he behaves this way.  He sticks his nose up against them.  Does he take me for some sort of a handkerchief?  Apparently he takes pleasure in my earthy green smell. There is nothing like the smell of living green in this forest of engineered machinery.  I see the resultant smile.  Maybe this is one of my roles as a crewmember on this expedition.

On Valentine’s day, when the astronaut is speaking with his partner on Earth:

He said to her, “I can not offer you much; I can only give you a space zucchini.”  The image of my orange blossom was beamed across the void between spacecraft and Earth.  Her heart melted.  I felt as much a rose as any rose could ever be.  He picked my flower and opened a large book, an atlas. Placing my bloom on the map of Texas, over Houston town, he closed the book and clamped it shut with a piece of Kapton tape.  He said come July, when our mission is over, he will present this to her in person.  I thought that something must be wrong for both of them had tears.  In space, tears do not run down your cheeks but remain as a glob in the corner of your eye.