![]() ![]() This helped me remember who I was again remember why I came to Chicago in the first place. After two years at school, it was in my best interest to take a year off and go home. Theatre became more of my focus and I loved but I started to lose myself. Columbia offered both majors which was the highlight for me and I thought that along the way I would discover maybe I was more into one then the other. ![]() Still having art at my side, I had also tapped into the world of theatre. Moving far away from Richmond was scary to me but thrilling in the same and my heart called for it. I wanted my college experience to be an odyssey, a true adventure. The fall of 2012 was Columbia College Chicago, the next chapter of my life. This fire now inside was exactly what I needed to start my college career in a new city far away from home, Chicago. I sold nine out of twelve paintings and the feeling is something you can never get enough of. With Rues guidance and support from my family and friends I managed to successfully exhibit my first body of work inspired by my recent school trip to Italy. At Cafespresso, a local coffee shop, I had tasted my first bite of success. My senior year had come and over coffee she asked me if I was interested in having a one-man art show. Sharing with her my newly self-accepted sexuality as a young gay man, her acceptance and guidance got me through the rigors of high school and helped me maintain my passions for art as a base for myself. She urged me to be the best I could be and pushed me to do more than I thought I could. I saw her as mentor and also a fairy god mother. I had an amazing art teacher, Rue Paulette, who took me under her wing and recognized my full potential. At least I thought it was until I looked at again a few years ago and understand now what abstract truly means.įast forward to high school is when I really started to focus on my painting. My first master piece was at six years old of a peacock. This worked very effectively until I got hungry of course. ![]() All my mother had to do was plop some Crayola water color and some computer paper to babysit me for a bit, the 90’s iPad if you will. Amongst the copious ways to keep my mind occupied outside and building forts inside was– tahh dahh– painting. As you can tell, being bored wasn’t an option. Whenever I told my mother I was bored she would say things like “Oh you’re bored? Well there are plenty of things to do, like clean your room, or take out the trash or rake the yard.” Only to have her realize moments later she was standing there alone talking to herself for had I mysteriously disappeared into the walls. Playing pretend and using my imagination was the prime matrix of escape for me. My mother, Chase, is one of those mothers that always told me to go outside and play which I really appreciate looking back now. With that I had to do a lot of time thinking of ways to entertain myself and I mean a lot of time thinking. Before I even knew what ART actually was, I did know one thing, I was the only child. The cliché statement of “I’ve always had a paint brush in my hands ever since I can remember,” is so true it’s pathetic. Once upon a time, my story begins with my roots raised and born in Richmond, VA. So, before we jump into specific questions about the business, why don’t you give us some details about you and your story. Today we’d like to introduce you to Zach Barnard. ![]()
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