Rachel Kitterman

I have always been an artist. I have always drawn, cut, pasted, painted, sewn, written and dreamed. I have been driven by the question, “What if?” (and fighting against its archenemy, “That won’t work!”)

I also wear many other hats. Among other things, I am a sign language interpreter, a wife to a wonderful and creative man, and a mother to two wild and amazing little girls. All of these roles shape and change and inform my art.

I am a 5th generation Oregonian. This lush and verdant environment is in my blood. I grew up in a valley surrounded by tree-covered hills and blessed with a great deal of rain. I memorized the names of flowers as a child. I picked basketsful of mushrooms in the damp woods and studied moss and built forts inside of blackberry thickets. After traveling the United States, I can’t imagine living anywhere else.

My husband, Gabrial and our two girls, Madeline and Rowan, and I live with their grandmother and our cats Shaggy and Daisy in a big old 50’s ranch house in a small town in the country where we unschool, grow a ridiculously big garden, write stories, build forts, play and create art.