Rachel Isaacs

A few days ago I made a comic. It started with a woman staring into a mirror and not recognizing herself. Not literally. Just that feeling we get sometimes when life has quietly carried us somewhere we never meant to go. The exhaustion. The loneliness. The strange grief of realizing you’ve drifted away from yourself. The comic ended with boxing gloves, loud music, a dusty punching bag, and a woman remembering she was stronger than she felt. When I finished it, something clicked. I realized...

I have been creating art since I can remember...drawing little stick figures with high heels at 4 or 5, fashion in my tweens and ALLLLLL the horses in my early teenage years, and then more realistic portraits after getting into some classes in high school and college. I spent most of my creative hours copying beautiful things for years, wondering how I could use my skill and passion for something that was unique, a way to market myself, like all artists do ; ) I imagine you have to live a...