Rulebreaking / May 30, 2020 by Rebecca Tillett

I Still Love You / May 10, 2020 by Rebecca Tillett

More digital collaging, this time using images from my FaceTime photoshoot with Sammi.

Since I’ve had a baby, it’s very hard for me to find time to sit down and dedicate actual time to creating art; something I didn’t realize I needed so much in my life until I couldn’t do it anymore. So I’ve been creating art, specifically digital collage, on my iPhone using photos from my recent FaceTime photoshoots. It’s just easy when I’ve got 5 or 10 minutes to spare and have my phone on me anyway. Pretty crazy to me that I’m bypassing a DSLR and desktop computer (and traditional art methods) and literally using my phone for every creative endeavor lately. I worry a lot about where technology is taking us, but in this regard I am so very grateful for it.

Addax; Nothing Here Like You / March 6, 2019 by Rebecca Tillett

Lonely in trees, ignoring the sky because you’re angry, because you’re hurt
Asking for home, crying for family, searching for left behind souls in the dirt

Saguaro and Buckhorn Cholla / April 23, 2018 by Rebecca Tillett

When I became lost in the separation of child and mother,
Of myself and the other
When I became lost you became found
You climbed on to the backs of birds and
sailed between land and space for miles
Your back covered in feathers as black as the sky on a moonless night
each freckle an understudy for the veiled stars

Balloon Girl (there is always hope) / January 30, 2018 by Rebecca Tillett

I met Melissa, this red-lipped, beautifully inked, raven-haired woman less than 6 months ago. One day, nearly two months ago she confessed her love to me for Banksy’s balloon girl. She said she was dying to recreate it in a photograph for someone special to her, but wanted a snowy-filled backdrop. She wanted that vibrant red heart balloon to pop off a clean white setting.

I loved the idea.

Domino y Como una Flor / September 23, 2017 by Rebecca Tillett

Although I've done more than my share of trespassing, it was a bit nerve-wracking doing it so close to home.

And then a Woman / July 30, 2017 by Rebecca Tillett

And then a woman appeared on the barren land, with seeds in her teeth, and each limb a root in search of earth to plant themselves. And then a woman appeared on the barren land, and not from the rib of any man, and not for his pleasure or to come to his aid, for without woman, there is no life, and there is no man.

Moon and Mars / July 9, 2017 by Rebecca Tillett

I saw you on the moon, dancing in between the rocks, floating in the light. You were something, some remnant from a story my great great grandmother had shared with her husband the night he said he loved her, the night they each realized how much they had to lose. So many beautiful and honest secrets dissembled as fable. I think it was celtic or norse or slavic.

Our Bodies Are Stars / July 2, 2017 by Rebecca Tillett

Even on the sides of the steepest slopes and the tallest mountains, even on quests for air and warmth, and even with the sun so close our skin tingles and simmers, our bodies will expand and stretch and pine and settle, comfortably into the trees, comfortably into the grasses, comfortably.

Entre Cielo y Tierra / June 24, 2017 by Rebecca Tillett

Did you drink the whiskey? Did you call a truce with time? She won't stop searching because she loves you, because she can't imagine her soul disentangled from yours, space forever multiplying between you. Will there be music? There must be music. Could the universe be so cruel?

More Like Deer Than Human Being / March 3, 2017 by Rebecca Tillett

Dear Samantha—
Thank you for your passion, your grace, your confidence, your boldness, your femininity, your sense of humor, your courage and fearlessness, your dedication, and the blinding beauty radiating from you. I edited one photo for every pound you lost (and have posted my favorites here)! I hope you feel as beautiful as you look in these photos.

Her Graces / December 14, 2016 by Rebecca Tillett

I think every woman has a dear friend who can't appreciate her own beauty. In fact, I think nearly every woman is a woman who can't appreciate her own beauty. How many women do you personally know like that? Even more important, how long have you been looking in the mirror and cursing what you see?

Water Flows / September 19, 2015 by Rebecca Tillett

“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.” ―Margaret Atwood