“For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you…” 2 Timothy 1:6 

Blog roriginals“Rachel Originals” was something I thought up when I was about six or seven. I had the audacity to decide my artistic output required a unique trademark. My first go at branding, though I didn’t know it then. Usually the object was a gift: a card, hand drawn book or clay sculpture. Frequently the subject was a little girl receiving a puppy, as a sibling’s allergies had led to a tragically puppy-free childhood. Gradually, it settled in my soul that the greatest gift I had to offer was my art, and that art was the logical channel to express my deepest needs. Maybe this was learned through all the trips to the museums or maybe it was just a spark I was born with, but however that seed was planted it settled deep. That constant inner whisper that no matter what else life may have going for it, if there isn’t a touch of the creative, breathe of the original, something worth signing; everything is just a little empty.

Art grasps at that something precious that is just out of reach. An elusive puppy. Later more cerebral things -- like faith and forgiveness or finding a soul mate. Now there are days I just stare at Pinterest and wonder if organizing my preschooler’s toys using repurposed milk crates might lead to a paradigm shift.  Surrounded by the clutter of a thousand fulfilled wishes, still art arches only toward the empty, ever smaller spaces. Still pushes me on: If I could just… then…. 


Wondering why I lack inspiration, I realize perhaps I simply need a truer aspiration. There are places in the universe that only God can heal.  And how amazing that may well use me, and use my art, in some small way -- if I am simply available.  Yet I am focused on carpet stains and baby weight and laundry. Still asking for puppies with paper and crayons, when God calls me to walk in his divine strength and move in the medium of the miraculous. Am I willing to see those places again? To let that seed stir and grow again even if doing so upsets the balance and cracks the foundation a little. A great accidental tree to live beyond all that is built so deliberately. I hope I am, because I want a life worth signing my name to.

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    Painting for the parents of a dear friend. This was from their favorite photo of my friend and her sister as children. 


    The pure joy of children and the ocean.


 I'm a designer, wife and mother of two.  I post my work and on the places where creativity and life’s clutter intersect. Looking for inspiration and finding balance.  Join me on the journey.

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TwitterRachel4My name is Rachel. Good to meet you. I like caramel coffee, the way patterns of light or color or ideas fit together, and mornings at the ocean. Dislikes include: political ads, conspicuous wealth and mornings in general. Together, my husband Buddy and I are daily challenged and blessed as we raise two children and run one business: By His Designs.

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