Planting Seeds – Art for Sale

This morning, I’m planting a few seeds to raise funds for a project that gets creative tools into the hands of at-risk kids, kids who are in-transition or recovering from trauma.  The seeds are the paintings, and 50% of all sales will go to the project, DrawPaintCreate which you can read more about here.

All Paintings are sold matted, ready to frame.  8×10 prints are available for $30 and 5×7 prints are available for $20.

If you are interested in any item or print, email me at rachel @ rachelbarlow.com and I can send you a PayPal invoice. I also take checks via snail mail.

Thingvellir Lake
12 x 16
$100

Geyser
12 x 16
$100

Ice Pond Farm
12 x 16
$100

313 West
9×12
$75

Magic Mountain
12×16
$100

Ice Pond Barn
14×18
$150

Dust Up 9×12 $75

Winter Roads, 12×16 Watercolor
$100

Winter Wonderings

Winter Wondering, 9×12, Watercolor – SOLD

Prints can be purchased on Etsy here.

Tomorrow, Sunday March 5 between 4pm and 6pm I will be having an opening reception a new show – Seasonally Affected – at the Roundhouse Bakery & Cafe in Cambridge, NY.

There is never a wrong time to go to the cafe, but tomorrow will be something more than a reception for me.   Tomorrow I will officially kick off fundraising for a project to get art supplies into the hands of children going through difficult transitions that’s been germinating beneath the snow this winter.

The project, DrawPaintCreate, came about after reading Jon Katz’s blog, BedlamFarm, and his efforts to help newly-arrived refugees.

The agency he works with does an excellent job of meeting the physical needs of the new arrivals, but as I looked at the photos of the new apartments’ bare walls, I felt a nagging, silent question about the children in these families who have just emerged from incredible trauma.  It’s the same question I have had for years when reading about children living in foster care or who recovering from harrowing events .

How do they get back to being kids? How do they get past these events and get back to the incredibly important business of growing up?

Years ago while trying to move past a childhood trauma and manage a lifelong relationship with bipolar disorder, I discovered art as a powerful tool for processing difficult memories and re-engaging with the world in a positive way.

If art saved my life, my kids have given it direction by centering every decision around their physical and emotional needs as well as their futures.  That includes caring about the physical and emotional needs of the other people in their generation, and giving children the tools to express themselves and create their futures.

Unsure if there was a want or need for this sort of thing, I put together 5 kits consisting of watercolor paints, colored pencils, sketch and coloring books, and a drawing guide packed in a small drawstring.

I then reached out to the US Committee for Refugees in Albany to see if they thought their younger arrivals would benefit from access to art supplies. They came back with a request for 50 kits.  I have since reached out to other groups who serve at-risk children and have been met with enthusiastic responses and offers of help.

To that end, I will be kicking in 50% of my share of sales from the show at Roundhouse.  Tomorrow morning, I will also be having a fire starter sale on this website, putting up a number of paintings to  raise money for kits for newly arrived refugees in Albany, NY. Fifty percent of all sales from the website will also go to DrawPaintCreate.

If you would like to help, you can purchase a painting or visit http://www.DrawPaintCreate.org to donate directly and/or purchase an item to go into an art kit.  Every donation is greatly appreciated as it helps to fuel a new creative spark.

Under the Influence

 

Day is Done, 9×12 – SOLD

I paint at night because it’s the best way to get a block of uninterrupted time, but it’s a double edge sword.

If you’re under the influence of the art bug, walking into your studio was a bit like an alcoholic walking into a bar.  You think, ” i’ll just take a look at last nights stuff quickly.” Then you pick up a brush to fiddle with a spot just didn’t look right and before you know it, the paint is still flowing  at 2am on a work night.

And even though I’ve learned to hate 7 AM and I don’t have any illusion that I could quit anytime I want, it’s not a problem.

Prints can be purchased on Etsy here.

Blizzards and Other Things

Summer Storm, 9×12

It’s a painting day today. It’s also blizzard day, and I’m happy about  it’s a painting day today. It’s also blizzard day, and I’m happy about both of those things.

 We went to have brunch before we got snowed in, and I’m sure the scenery from the driver figure into paintings somewhere today, but for the moment I have the other extreme–summer–on the brain. 

Upstate of Mind

 

The other night T1 was driving the two of us towards Saratoga Springs to get him a haircut and a pair of pants without holes to wear to his college interview.

The area is pretty densely settled with farms and homes, and there aren’t many uninterrupted vistas. As we neared the top of a hill, the sun sank behind the clouds, casting a glow and silhouetting scrawny trees that bordered an abandoned farm that was not yet ready to surrender to the earth – a perfect interruption.

I’m a pretty confirmed agnostic – the only thing I know for sure is that I know nothing – but as I thought about all the treasures humans unmake, that they think they can remake better or even live without,  I caught myself whispering “only God can make a sunset.”

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Prints can be purchased on Etsy here.

New York States of Mind

Upstate State of Mind, 9×12, Watercolor

Gershwin and Copland were at the top of the playlist last night, and I was  in a New York State of mind, thinking about how these two children of immigrants fleeing persecution expanded our musical legacy with contributions that captured the optimism and possibilities of America. 

I kicked off with Rhapsody in Blue to help my head try and find its way back to a vivid sunset we enjoyed a few nights ago as we drove through New York’s Capital Region.  T1 was driving, letting Mom focus on sinking sun behind the snowy, rolling hills, dotted with farms.  I marveled as I always do that we were driving through the same state that holds one of the biggest cities in the world.

I’ve lived in New England for over 20 years–the longest I’ve lived anywhere in my entire life.  My parents lived abroad a couple times when I was a kid and moved within the US. When I left home, I kept traveling and moving.

I love the New England, but despite the long residence, I never felt that it – or any place – was home. I’ve rarely been any place that I didn’t fall in love with for a time, but the ants in my pants never completely leave me alone. I’m always ready to try a new food or hear the music of another language — for a new adventure.

It’s one reason, that the place that most feels like home is New York state. Ten minutes from the house, it’s close enough for a get away to Saratoga or Albany. Between the Capital Region and nearby Adirondacks the state offers enough diverse activity to quench – for a little while – my wanderlust with an occasional day trip.  It turns something as mundane as a snowy sunset over an Appalachian foothill into a reminder of the world of possible adventures — from Manhattan to Niagra Falls — just over the state line.

Possibility is a powerful aphrodisiac.  Almost as heady as the adventure itself.

 

 

 

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An Easy Winter

Cold River 9×12, Watercolor

 I avoided learning to paint snow for as long as I possibly could. In watercolor, white is about what you don’t meet, and the challenge of leaving the right parts blank seemed too daunting last year.

Last year we hardly had any snow, and I was content to paint the dormant fields and forests.

This year we’ve had a bit more snow, but it’s been an easy winter — on and off the paper.

Because They’re Watching

Just Fun, 12 x 16

 

 

Did I mention I dance when I paint?  Sometimes it’s fun and yields stuff I want to hang on the wall. Other times it’s just fun.

The kids were treated to it the other night – their reward for telling me my studio needed to be closer to them.  There were a few eye rolls when they poked their heads in, but I kept dancing (and painting). I’m not doing it in spite of them watching. I’m dancing because they’re watching.

 

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