Cards on cards on cards!

Hello friends! I made another quilt square trio – this time in the spirit of the holidays. And they’re on cards! Would you like to send some to people you love (and help your internet friend pay rent)? If so, give me a shout (or swing by the holiday markets in Wallingford or Issaquah!).

I’ve found these squares to be so peaceful and meditative to work on. They make me feel warm and nostalgic for the midwest. They always take about ten times as long as I expect, but the act of slowly shuffling through scraps of paper I compulsively collect, laying out the geometry behind the pattern, and trying a million different shades of colors before finding the right one is a nice way to spend a day. Also, shoutout to my roommate for teaching me how to use a jigsaw to cut the wood for these.

I hope you’re having a fantastic week. Cheers, R.

Taken in China with my Rebel K2

Unlucky grasshoppers trapped in cages to bring good luck.

Hello friends! I have a whole bunch of prints of my work that are all fancy and matted in preparation for a show coming up in Seattle! Want any of them? They’re $10 total (that includes shipping within the US). Anything on this site is up for grabs, plus a bunch more photos I’ll be posting soon. Email me at racheladmasart@gmail.com if you’d like some.

LOOK AT HOW FANCY THEY ARE. BUY ONE AND BE FANCY, TOO.

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Acrylics on a giant piece of wood + scraps from some of my favorite poems by him

Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren’t fools, they just didn’t fit into the needed machinery of the moment.

Pulp, Charles Bukowski, 1994

Nothing better than Charles Bukowski to help get you through some years of angst and inner turmoil.

Since this blog has absolutely zero shame, I present an excerpt from the angsty diary of 14 year old me, who copied down loads of his poems because hey someone else’s brain sucked, too, and it felt good to make his words come out of my hands. And ya know, at that age NO ONE COULD POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND ME AND MY FEELINGS, MAN.

14-year-old-Rachel and anyone reading this who might struggling, it gets better. Make your art and listen to your music and talk to humans you love. And please give me a shout if you need someone to talk to – I’m here.

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