A letter from Rachael
I was quite literally HYPNOTIZED by COLORED LIGHTS in the SAO PAULO SUBWAY at ONE YEAR OLD.
As I sat in my stroller inclined at the perfect angle to enjoy the show, my mother had to frantically snap me out of my deep trance of the dancing overhead lights. I’m pretty sure I’ve been hypnotized by color and movement a million times since.
I was RAISED with LOVE.
My gorgeous Brazilian Mother taught me how to live from my heart filled full with passion. My handsome Irish-American Father taught me how to stay grounded, respect and revere our land, recycle, conserve and to care of our animal friends.
Still, I remember looking out into the world past the safety of my warm childhood home and seeing as much pain as I did beauty. Kind of heavy for a playful, brown-eyed tomboy, I know… But, social and spiritual consciousness have never been things I could easily overlook. I don’t think they ever will be.
ART is my FIRST LANGUAGE. I use it to EXPRESS EMOTIONS I can't put to WORDS.
Since childhood, I made art because visually capturing moments came much easier to me than acing math exams. Communicating with color was a breeze compared to giving a speech. I made ART because I was encouraged by my peers continuoulsy. It wasn’t simply my happy place or safe place -- ART was my place of strength.
As an adult, I’ve been told by others that my ART is “honest” and that it makes people FEEL.
ART has presented a yellow brick road that I follow without hesitation, always…do you want to know why?
Because it’s honest and bold. Because it’s soft and still and yet can vibrate violently… at the same time. Because it has muscles to flex and mountains to move as it meditates. Because, it’s powerful. Because it’s the realest thing I’ve ever known. And it’s why we are here today.