Every Monday for me is a reminder of how much I didn’t accomplish during the weekend. It’s a drag to have to get up and go to your full-time job, that you know you are beyond blessed in even having in the first place, but let’s be honest… hate.

And though my weekends have been enjoyably  more productive… I still want so much more to be done… organized… accomplished. And when I have to stop and go to my job… I feel so panicked. It’s frustrating. And my brain doesn’t turn off when I go to work: it doesn’t stop you from having to keep in contact with clients or to jot down a few notes and consume your breaks with any thing related to art to help keep you sane.

Honestly every second sucks. lol. I know, I’m working on that but until then… PATIENCE is what I’m calling on.

The patience to do my mind numbing job so that I can pay for my rent. (i love home)

The patience to not feel like everything has to be done and organized or the need to have tons of content on standby. 

The patience to let all of this unfold in its own time.

To be patient with my self. To be patient with others.

To be patient with the universe because I know everything is coming together.


Olisa Rachele

Art Books VS Sketchbooks

Sketchbooks: tend to be used for developing skill and practice. A place to take notes, scribble, write, brainstorm, and find solutions to help improve your drawings. Where you hash out a final piece that can be used in bigger projects.

Art books: also known as art journals tend to be a form of creative journaling and expressive story telling by creating mini works of art in all forms of medium.

Why am I even having this conversation you may ask? I think it’s because for many years I didn’t allow my self to scribble and make bad drawings; I was afraid to even try. I would give up on a sketchbook if I thought my drawings were bad or if I didn’t think it looked cool any more; I would never get to the end. All this was because I wouldn’t allow my self to create with out judgement. 

And are any of you OCD about your sketchbooks? It brings to question, especially to artist who aren’t as developed, do you feel the need to keep separate books? or maybe some split them by theme and genre? But when it comes to art books and sketchbooks do you find one or the other to give you more comfort in creating and being free to experiment?

I feel as though with sketchbooks you are free to make mistakes and no one has to see it. It shows your progress and development. For an experienced artist, every page seems to tell a story. But for those that are starting out or are using them to just brainstorm ideas, it can turn into page after page of crossing out, scribbles of curse words and more writing and note taking than actual drawing.

Art books have tons of awesome illustrations and creative pieces that tell a piece of your story. They can be a collage of sorts: paper, paint, glitter, drawings. I love them. They are a visual fiesta of your innermost thoughts and feelings.

When I first started drawing back in hs I was surrounded by some very talented individuals. I mean dope work! Cal Arts potential! I kept trying but gave up after I picked up a camera. It was when I came across art journaling that I felt free to break back into it. So I decided to commit to one book and finish it in its entierity by spilling my love all over it. Pages bleed and stuck together, some were ripped and torn and burned, while others are illegible and flooded with tear stains.

Regardless of your process, the whole point is to create.

I have about two or three that I keep around the house. A sketchbook where I don’t give two shits if I mess it up; Sribble mayhem. And a mini sketchbook, if I can’t carry around my main book, which is my handi dandi art journal. I still allow my self to scribble in my art journal. But I’ve noticed that I have now mixed the both; It’s full of fleeting moments, inked stories, painted pages, glued hearts and pink trees. The whole point is to enjoy our creative experience without beating ourselves up in the process.

No matter what you choose to draw in… don’t feel like it has to be perfect. My first creative journal that I finally allowed my self to be free in became a remarkable journey. If you don’t like a drawing… glue over it, paint over it, rip the page to pieces and glue it back in and sprinkle it with glitter. Cover it with leaves and permanent markers… just fuck it up… it’s yours and you don’t have to show anyone what’s inside. Allow your self to be free… no need to be perfect… what’s perfect is your communion with creation.

Olisa Rachele



One step at a time…

Relaunching BEautifullyODD has been a blessing in disguise. With each step, I find myself, like one must in an orchard… cherries, apples, peaches, and pecans fresh for the picking… treasures. Ideas are swarming. I feel pulled in so many directions. But with each step there is a gem along the path way. It opens up to something else and I’m blessed that with each step, my actions are helping me to grow and create new things.

It’s been a while since I actually got up, packed a bag, grabbed my camera and sketchbook and took off. Hopefully I got one photo… 

I just know if I hadn’t launched I’d still be making excuses… but now it’s helping me to keep going.

Stay tuned for ArtBooks VS SketchBooks! Which side are you on? How many sketch / art books do you keep on rotation and is there a difference between the two? 


Push past the bad…

I had a teacher tell me once that it takes a hundred bad drawings to get to one decent one. Yes, these skills come easier to some but this would mean that our success is dependent on how much effort we are willing to put into our work. At first… we all sucked. At first… it’s going to take a hundred tries. But if we keep paying our dues, eventually we’re able to break through and pocket the gems that are awaiting on the other side.

Don’t let those first hundred drawings deter you… push past the bad.

Stay BeautifullyODD

Olisa Rachele

Take a Risk

I’d like to thank everyone who has liked, shared or even took the time to check out my blog! It really means a lot to me as I begin this journey. The reality of the amount of work that I will have to put into this is starting to sink in. But instead of being discouraged I am getting extremely excited as I take the tiny steps along my journey. What are some of the fears that are preventing you from starting today? Don’t be afraid to take a risk and challenge yourself! You have more to lose if you don’t.

i know

i know… I said I was back and I’ve been gone just as long as the time’s’ before. This is one of the reasons why I didn’t want to start this until I was fully ready to make the commitment. But even then… I have no regrets. I do wish and even hope that one day I will be able to fully commit to the time that is needed to redeem and even accelerate the dynamics of this here blog. But till then… your stuck wit me… this… the uncertainty of what it means to be BeautifullyODD.

As some of you may know… a lot of things have happened, as always, and I decided to go back to school after a long conversation with a good friend. Though I felt that art school was not a possible option for myself… I decided to go back to community college to obtain my Graphic Design and Illustration degree at Sierra College. And let me tell you… I have learned so much within the past three weeks, than I will have ever learned in attending an “Ivy League Art School” for the price of free99. (it has cost and i will get to that) but in the end the cost of me attending this school compared to an “expensive” art school… where I would have to repay 80grand+ back in school loans is incomparable.

I do want to make one thing clear… as inconsistent as this blog has been, as inconsistent as I have been in trying to pull everything together… the opportunity I have now and the ability to learn as much as I have and will (considering this is only my first semester back in school after graduating in photo. and it only being the third or so week in school) has allowed me to take my dreams to a whole notha level. I feel as if the knowledge alone, will not only give me the potential to grow and follow my dreams, but actually allow me to make something substantial.

As I stated earlier… there is cost. But as my cousin said… “I’m on a budget… its a recession” and I just cannot except the idea of spending HELLA money on going to an art school when I can be investing that same money in my ideas, my hopes and dreams. Yes, you have to invest in yourself… and I believe that is what I am doing. But I ain’t rich. Are you going to pay for my schooling? I didn’t think so. So… I feel as I have made the best alternative decision possible and I am so excited about the little adventure I am taking.

Which brings me to the next big thing… and I probably shouldn’t comment to much on it because I am a conspirator… I have come across some money that will allow me to breathe again and continue to invest in my art and dreams. I would and if I could even explain the dynamics of my hopes, my ideas… but I feel so secretive with them… theIr Golden. And though my ideas or hopes may not stand out amongst the millions of other artist influencing our world… I’m one more… hopefully one that can and will find her voice… and be able to influence the nation.

a few steps away from glory
not dependent on society as much as much as i’m dependent on myself.
the key is in my hand… i stand there… seconds away from slipping it into the lock
a twist away from my destiny.
and yet this very moment is what counts. regardless of, what i like to call circumstancial responsibilities, right now… i truly feel like anything and everything is beyond possible.
but it won’t happen till i unlock the door…
fuck fear… i’m just ready to be happy
and i think i’ve chosen the right door… i know i have
a twist away from my fate
this is my life…
ill love it till the end of time

love me
ps. i’m still here… went on vacation, been busy and as Arnold says… “I’ll be back.” 🙂