Rachel Wright

@rachelwrighting.com

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Writer and editor. Into art, Earth, and diversity. ADHD superstar. Music fan. Purveyor of female rage. Free Palestine. Fuck ICE. I mostly post about books and music.

Untitled #5, 1998 When Agnes came on screen, I thought of all the canvases that still hold her gaze. Maybe a painting is an accumulation of our gazes and why they sometimes seem human. When I look at the pastel bands, the painting collects my seeing and sends back a dead person's feelings. I am surprised when the feelings don't feel outdated. Agnes said an artist needs to be alone. What if I've spent my whole life wanting to be seen? In that way, I've wanted to be the painting, not the painter. But I am the painter. Even now, I walk outside at night just so the sky can see me one more time. Stéphane Mallarmé once wrote: Paint not the thing, but the effect it produces. I have wanted the sky all along, but my wanting was misplaced. I lift my hand into the air and feel something grabbing my wrist. But it's not the sky, it's the beauty of the sky.
Flyer advertising a town hall meeting at 6 pm on Tuesday, June 2, 2026 at the Auburn Ave Research Library to discuss the Fulton County Reparations Task Force’s Reparations Harm Report; a QR code links to an RSVP website.
Cover of Bianca Stone’s poetry collection The Near and Distant World
Advance copy of Yah Yah Sholfield’s book On Sundays She Picked Flowers, featuring a young black girl peeking out from a lush garden.
Cover of poetry collection Maybe the Body by Asa Drake, featuring a live rabbit inside a bell jar, while a snake slithers around outside. A pair of pink roses is in the foreground.
An advance copy of The Near and Distant World, a poetry collection by Bianca Stone
An advance copy of Boom Town by Nic Stone
Blue sky and green canopy
A blue and orange butterfly spreads its wings on some ivy
Elderly Malinois dog sleeping with his nose on the carpet.
People without hope not only don't write novels, but what is more to the point, they don't read them. They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage. The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience.
Selfie in a rocking chair
Fancy cappuccino and poppy in a vase
Several daffodils blooming in a patch of dead leaves.
Incredibly photorealistic oil painting of a Rwandan man, a friend of the artist. Papay Solomon, “Portrait of Benjamin Gasinga Gaspard”
Cover of I Was a Teenage Slasher by Stephen Graham Jones, depicting a hoodied person whose face is in shadow.
Dogs frolicking in the snow.
Cover of A Botanical Daughter by Noah Medlock: a woman’s face in profile with lush plants growing on it and a skull tucked in
Taylor Swift in all her sparkling glory
Extremely handsome and dapper elderly malinois dog with a tennis ball in his mouth.
The cover of A Good House for Children by Kate Collins The front door of an ivy-covered house
Spotify wrapped Top artists Taylor Swift Beyoncé Remi Wolf Chappell Roan Sabrina Carpenter Top Songs Cinderella Bejeweled My Kink Is Karma Motorcycle Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?
Image of skeleton at a computer, surrounded by papers, text reads: For the last time: Abyss = for staring into Void = for screaming into Please stop screaming into the abyss; we are not insured for that
Image of the cover of The Good House by Tananarive Due: a front door opening, light pouring in, and a staircase in shadow. This is the audiobook cover, narrated by Robin Miles.
Selfie with vaccine band-aids