Rebecca Tillett: Photography & Design Photography & Design2016-05-20T13:26:52Z http://rebeccatillett.com/feed/atom/WordPress Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[SERENICA: Demolition]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3390 2016-05-20T13:26:52Z 2016-05-20T13:23:37Z Oh, friends. We’ve only started on this journey and what a ride.

Mike and I have started the demolishing leg of the tour which has involved amputating the hideous bowl-like chair to the immediate right of the entrance, seen here (because that’s where my future desk will go should everything go according to plan), ripping out the “living room” carpet (aside from up front in the cockpit; we’re leaving the carpet up there), trashing what was left in the cabinets by the previous owners (their gracious offer to let us keep anything they left inside it became quickly apparent we were only in for more dumpster stops), removing the cabinet doors and their accompanying horrendous decorative glass insets (fun fact, that decorative glass, seen here, was actually built into the cabinet frames which means they can’t be removed without either cutting into the cabinet door frame or shattering it out; more on this below), and taking out the wood flooring in the kitchen (every single piece is glued down so tremendously that Mike spent at least 4-5 hours with a crowbar last weekend and what you see in the photos below is all he was able to get out, but don’t worry, we’ve acquired some hopefully better tools for the job). We’ve decided to leave in the bathroom tile for now but we still need to finish removing the kitchen floor as well as the carpet in the bedroom.

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

Unfortunately, I didn’t get any great pictures of the decorative cabinet door inset glass, or the lovely, tedious and fruitless journey to Home Depot, Lowe’s, Ace, random Denver woodworking shop/store in the hopes that someone more capable would have a wonderful solution to solve the problem of removing it, or the realization and act of scraping every last piece of the decorative junk from the glass with razorblades. We were actually pretty successful with that so that crap is now gone. Unfortunately, we’re now left with mirrors, which isn’t the worst thing in the world (we’ve decided, after trying to also scrape off the mirror backing with little luck, as you can see in one of the photos below – that one might just have to be shattered because I’m not sure it can be saved; isn’t it funny what you decide is okay to keep after realizing what you wanna do is either impossible or would require so much work than would be worth it?) but we were wanting frosted glass in those doors. So we bought frosted sheet film and we’re going to try adhering to the mirrors and see how that looks. For the remaining openings in the cabinets (which before contained this hideous blue felt (which can also be seen here to each side of the cabinet door) we’ll be using decorative perforated aluminum sheets. We haven’t yet picked out what those will look like exactly but from the research I’ve done, there aren’t a ton of options in that regard anyway. M-D Hobby & Craft seems to have a corner on the market and they don’t have a ton of options, but we do really like this one.

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

In more exciting news, we’ve begun removing all hardware and sanding the lower kitchen cabinets and have settled on a stain for those, which can be seen below. In the 3 cabinet/drawer doors Mike’s holding, the one on the left is the original finish, the one in the middle is after sanding, and the one on the right is the color we’ve chosen for the stain. It’s a darker gray stain that still allows for some of the natural brown of the wood to show through. We’ve loosely decided on the paint color for the rest of the cabinets throughout (an off-white of some kind) and have several options we need to choose from for the wall paint (which we’ll be putting right on top of the wallpaper).

Serenica: Demolition

Serenica: Demolition

We’ve also selected and purchased the kitchen backsplash, the new flooring, and a gorgeous light (which is much more dramatic in person) we’ll be hanging over the kitchen table.

Much of what we’ve purchased thus far is either from Amazon or Home Depot but this project has quickly led to the unfortunate realization that moving forward, Home Depot will be a last resort due largely to the fact that it’s populated with idiot employees who can never help us or answer our questions. Seriously, we’ve learned to count on the fact that anytime we’re there and need to ask for help, whomever we’re asking will conjure a blank or confused stare followed by “Uhhh, let’s go ask so-and-so,” or “I dunno. Lemme look at our website” as they pull out their smartphone and search while we stand there with somewhat annoyed and impatient expressions that I’m hoping properly conveys our “Really, dude??” attitudes. Fortunately for us, our RV storage facility is located right between a Home Depot AND a Lowe’s (like seriously, each one only blocks away) and the customer experience at Lowe’s is WOW especially compared to it’s horrible horrible counterpart and competition. I was actually so flabbergasted by the difference in service I recently sent this feedback to Home Depot (I also copied and pasted and sent to Lowe’s, just to let them know how shitty their competition is and how much we’ve appreciated the stark difference in service):

My boyfriend and I have recently begun renovating the interior of an old RV. Naturally, many supplies have been needed so we’ve been shopping your stores much more often lately than normal. We’ve now visited 3 different stores here in Denver on numerous occasions and have always needed help locating something. Without fail, every single person we ask for help (after spending what feels like hours just trying to track someone down) has no idea how to help us. Questions like, “Do you carry aluminum sheeting?” and “Where can we find cabinet pulls?” and “Do you guys offer glass cutting services?” have all been met with shrugs, apathetic I-don’t-knows, and/or finger points in general store directions with little accompanying confidence. Even more embarrassing is when a store employee pulls out their smartphone to check your website, something we could have done, to see if something we’re asking for is available. It’s made every visit to a Home Depot a struggle we’d rather avoid. So we recently stepped inside a Lowe’s looking for something we couldn’t find at one of your stores and were understandably shocked that we were greeted and asked if we could be helped not 10 seconds after entering. And not only that? Employees are everywhere, easy to find, and always stop us to make sure we’re finding everything ok. The best part? When we ask where something is? They know. It’s almost as if they’ve been trained or something. Crazy! We now shop at Lowes almost exclusively and have begun referring to Home Depot as “the Wal-Mart of Home Improvement stores.” Do better. You’re losing business.

And finally, not demo/reno related, but I stumbled across this link today and I think we’ll be using this pre-planned route or the algorithm (to create our own) when it’s finally time to take this beast out on the road. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself but hey, that is the ultimate goal, isn’t it??

Randy Olson: Lower 48 Roadtrip

Anyway, that’s it for updates as of now but we’re working on this thing every weekend and nearly every evening (I need to be better at photo-taking for this blog’s sake) so many more updates to come.


Past RV posts:

rebeccatillett.com/serenicabefores/

rebeccatillett.com/serenica-landship/

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[gratitude and equanimity]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3385 2016-05-17T13:38:19Z 2016-05-17T13:38:19Z I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive the 15 years of time that existed between knowing you and loving you; but maybe it’s hollow lamenting not-knowings, past lives you were only a part of in obscure ways, or distances we utilized as justifications to exist separately in the universe. It feels wrong indulging such a twinge in my heart over something that finally submerged me in much needed hope, happiness, love, and fruition, because I’m anything but ungrateful. I am anything but ungracious in the life that I share with you. I’m only somber over a decade and a half of memories that you aren’t a part of, even though you were always there. There’s something so much more anguishing in knowing that you were always there, isn’t there? In knowing that it wasn’t a matter of finding you, of meeting you, only in opening our chests wide enough to reach inside and find your heart beating in mine, and mine in yours.

Because for fifteen years I learned to live with a sense of vacancy and longing. I think you did too.

Time is brutal and unkind, but it’s not always heartless. Comparatively, next to fifteen, two years feels so small, but if I had to do it again, I’d leave my entire life behind for 2 days with you if it was all time could offer. I’m not sure how much we have left with each other, but I promise to be grateful for every second and never ever assume I’ll always have you.

Let’s leave society behind, disappear into every alcove of this spinning rock, and push our chests together until our hearts are marching forward in unison with time, immersed in nothing but gratitude and equanimity.

Happy Birthday. Happy Anniversary. I love you. And I’ve missed you for so very long.

big love

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[Lutalica]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3373 2016-05-03T19:26:18Z 2016-05-03T17:02:32Z Lutalica

Lutalica

Lutalica

Lutalica

Lutalica

Lutalica

Lutalica

Lutalica


The inspiration for the name of this series comes from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, one of my favorite favorite creations of ever in the history of time.

You tell the world who you are in a million different ways. Some are subtle. Some are not. But it doesn’t seem to matter. This world has already got you pegged. When you were born they put you in a little box and slapped a label on it, so they could keep things organized, and not have to think about what’s inside. Over time you learn to make yourself comfortable, packaging your identity in different combinations until you feel like you belong, and can wear your labels proudly. But there’s a part of you that never found a home, rattling around in categories that never really did you justice. You look around at other people, trying to judge how loosely they fit in their own lives, sensing a knot of confusion hidden beneath a name tag. And you realize we’re still only strangers, who assume we already know what the other is going to say, as if the only thing left to talk about is who belongs in what category, and which labels are offensive. You have to wonder if these boxes are falling apart, if we should be writing our identities by hand, and speak only for ourselves, in our own words, so we could take our chances out in the open, and meet each other as we are, asking: “What is it like being you?” —and be brave enough to admit that we don’t already know the answer. Maybe it’ll mean that we’ve finally arrived, just “unpacking the boxes,” making ourselves at home. And maybe one day we’ll look back and wonder how we managed to live together in the same house for so long, and never stop to introduce ourselves.
Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows


Lutalica

Lutalica

Lutalica

Lutalica

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[Thunderstorm Looming]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3286 2016-05-03T19:03:33Z 2016-04-29T16:21:10Z

Maybe she has her head in the clouds, maybe she hides it there instead. But maybe this isn’t about her or her head. Maybe it’s about a woman’s body holding up the sky, the stars, the universe.

I prefer to obscure my model’s identity when possible as my photographs are rarely about the people within them, but the concept. Faces tend to mistakenly sanction the importance of identity and my work is rarely about singular persons as it is about womankind and their inherent beauty. —Rebecca Tillett

Please click any of these to see them larger.
They’re SO much better big (the triptych especially)!

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming: Triptych

Thunderstorm Looming

The sculpture of the cloud functions as a conduit for shame, rage, and the catharsis of secrets. Within the cloud, identity becomes a mist, a gloomy fog billowing between the eyes, that offers a kind of clarity only visible after a thunderstorm: wet, deep, quenched, illuminated.
—Cassandra Dixon

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming

Thunderstorm Looming


BEHIND THE SCENES

“Seeing is believing.” Has that ever been true? What do we know about what or who we glimpse? Pain or pleasure, hurt and joy…what amazing or terrible experiences lurk just under the beautiful surfaces that make us real? —Mike O’Shaughnessy

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Thunderstorm Looming: Behind the Scenes

Thunderstorm Looming: Behind the Scenes

Thunderstorm Looming: Behind the Scenes

Thunderstorm Looming: Behind the Scenes

Immense gratitude to my beautiful, passionate and always extremely talented cousin and model, Cassandra Dixon for such a stunning collaboration and to my kindred spirit, soul mate, lover, confidante, sweetheart and partner, Mike O’Shaughnessy for taking so many incredible behind-the-scenes shots. I love you both!

To see more of Cassandra Dixon’s work, please visit: cassandradixonart.com

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[SERENICA: The Befores]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3239 2016-04-25T17:22:10Z 2016-04-25T16:29:10Z In October of last year Mike and I began shopping around for used RVs and sometime around Halloween weekend we found one. She’s a 37 ft. long 1996 Raven XL and belonged to the Hendersons (no sign of Harry!), a sweet older couple in Falcon, CO who were only the second owners and took such good care of her while they had her. She has less than 50,000 miles and we got her for $12,500, a total steal. We dubbed her the Serenica Landship, found a storage facility to store her for the winter, bought a gigantic winter cover, and sealed her up eager for fall and winter to pass quickly.

Fortunately, they did and this last weekend we devoted most of the weekend to uncovering her, cleaning her out (the Hendersons left a bunch of stuff inside we were welcome to but most of it was trashed), taking measurements, making lists, and discussing everything we want to do with her.

I also got around to taking interior photos, though I realize now I didn’t get any great shots of the console/cockpit area or the closet for the washer/dryer. I’ll take those soon and throw them up here. Click on any of these to see them much larger. Also worth noting, we’d already pulled some of the “decorative” border wallpaper down so you’ll see some weird spaces with tears where that was around the bathroom area.

Serenica Landship: Passenger seat and fold-out table with chair near entrance

Passenger seat and fold-out table with chair near entrance

Serenica Landship: Passenger seat area

Passenger seat area

Serenica Landship: Passenger seat/cockpit area

Passenger seat/cockpit area

Serenica Landship: Sofa and kitchen

Sofa and kitchen

Serenica Landship: Sofa and kitchen

Sofa and kitchen

Serenica Landship: Sofa

Sofa

Serenica Landship: KItchen and sofa

KItchen and sofa

Serenica Landship: Looking toward the cockpit from the kitchen

Looking toward the cockpit from the kitchen

Serenica Landship: Entrance and kitchen table

Entrance and kitchen table

Serenica Landship: View of kitchen from entrance

View of kitchen from entrance

Serenica Landship: Kitchen

Kitchen

Serenica Landship: View of kitchen table from sofa // The door behind the booth (next to Mike) is the door to the washer/dryer closet. It sits across from the fridge

View of kitchen table from sofa // The door behind the booth (next to Mike) is the door to the washer/dryer closet. It sits across from the fridge

Serenica Landship: View to kitchen and bathroom suite from the booth.

View to kitchen and bathroom suite from the booth.

Serenica Landship: Kitchen table booth

Kitchen table booth

Serenica Landship: View to kitchen table from entrance steps, looking left.

View to kitchen table from entrance steps, looking left.

Serenica Landship: Bathroom suite // Shower and vanity

Bathroom suite // Shower and vanity

Serenica Landship: Bathroom suite // Shower and vanity

Bathroom suite // Shower and vanity

Serenica Landship: Bathroom suite // Door to toilet closet-room

Bathroom suite // Door to toilet closet-room

Serenica Landship: Bathroom suite // Door to toilet closet-room

Bathroom suite // Door to toilet closet-room

Serenica Landship: Bathroom suite // Door to toilet closet-room

Bathroom suite // Door to toilet closet-room

Serenica Landship: Bathroom suite // Door to toilet closet-room

Bathroom suite // Door to toilet closet-room

Serenica Landship: Bathroom suite // Toilet closet-room

Bathroom suite // Toilet closet-room

Serenica Landship: Bathroom suite // Toilet closet-room

Bathroom suite // Toilet closet-room

Serenica Landship: Bedroom (with a view to the bathroom suite)

Bedroom (with a view to the bathroom suite)

Serenica Landship: Bedroom (with a view to the bathroom suite)

Bedroom (with a view to the bathroom suite)

Serenica Landship: Bedroom looking left

Bedroom looking left

Serenica Landship: Bedroom looking right

Bedroom looking right

Serenica Landship: Bedroom

Bedroom

Serenica Landship: Bathroom suite // Door to toilet closet-room

Bathroom suite // Door to toilet closet-room

Serenica Landship: Light fixture over kitchen table // Detail

Light fixture over kitchen table // Detail

Serenica Landship: Light fixture underneath cabinetry // Detail

Light fixture underneath cabinetry // Detail

Serenica Landship: Light fixture in cockpit // Detail

Light fixture in cockpit // Detail

Serenica Landship: Cabinet fixtures // Detail

Cabinet fixtures // Detail

Currently, our list of to-dos sounds something like this (in no particular order):

    1. Rip out all flooring and replace
    2. Sand cabinetry and stain/paint
    3. Remove chair and fold-out table immediately next to entrance and build bigger fold-down desk
    4. Paint all the walls
    5. Update fixtures (including lighting/cabinet handles by replacing or painting)
    6. Install back-up camera/GPS system/stereo system
    7. Reupholster sofa and booth seating
    8. Remove/replace window trim
    9. Remove top of wall behind booth/shorten closet door/install wall-mounted wood-burning stove
    10. Remove top of wall reserved for tube-television in bedroom / open it up to allow for flat panel tv
    11. Cut hole down to basement compartment for access to litter box for kitties
    12. Install shelving above bed
    13. Replace kitchen countertop (possibly)
    14. Install kitchen backsplash
    15. Replace mattress (or purchase mattress pad for short queen)
    16. Install solar panels
    17. Replace cabinet glass with frosted glass
    18. Add curtain rods/curtains
    19. Replace bathroom tile (possibly)
    20. Resurface kitchen table
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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[Idaho (and a little Wyoming)]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3195 2016-04-13T15:47:46Z 2016-04-13T00:23:29Z

“When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego and when we escape like the squirrels in the cage of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright. But things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.” —D. H. Lawrence


Click any image to see it bigger.

Driggs, Idaho

Driggs, Idaho

Driggs, Idaho

Driggs, Idaho

Driggs, Idaho

Driggs, Idaho

Driggs, Idaho

Driggs, Idaho

Driggs, Idaho

Driggs, Idaho

Driggs, Idaho

Driggs, Idaho


CELL-PHONE SHOTS

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[maybe it’s not a big deal]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3191 2016-04-13T15:48:24Z 2016-04-06T23:00:05Z Morning in Idaho

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You’re like a walking sun, but maybe it’s not a big deal. Maybe it’s not a big deal that you take care of me in ways foreign to me, that I can physically feel your love for me emanating from every pore of your body, that it’s you and me against the world. Maybe it’s not a big deal that your smile alone can subdue my sadness, or that our dreams were birthed from the same womb, or that your passion for justice puts stars in my eyes. So maybe it’s not a big deal that I choose to share you with the world not because I don’t own you (I don’t), or because I’m unselfish (I’m not), but because not doing so would be the wrongest thing I could ever do in this life.
Maybe it is a big deal.

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[in harmony with the hurt]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3178 2016-03-31T17:04:13Z 2016-03-21T16:51:25Z l think about you on these roads to nothingness, I think about my pain or regret or guilt that have become dead-end branches off my heart forever reminding the blood running through me that I could have been better, that I fucked up, that some things are never undone and never forgiven and never forgotten. Have you forgiven me? Have you eulogized the branches of your own heart? Or are you still struggling to live in harmony with the hurt?

in harmony with the hurt

in harmony with the hurt

in harmony with the hurt

in harmony with the hurt

in harmony with the hurt

in harmony with the hurt

in harmony with the hurt

in harmony with the hurt

in harmony with the hurt

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[bloomed]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3175 2016-03-31T16:47:51Z 2016-03-12T16:45:01Z bloomed

How often do you do something that absolutely terrifies you? I’ve done 2 such things in the last week. I believed in myself enough to go after something I never would have throughout past versions of me, something that scared me but something I knew with every beating fiber of my heart that I could do and was more than qualified to do. I’m much more confident now, more comfortable with who I am and what I’m capable of, more ready for challenges and opportunities to lead. Unfortunately I still naively believed we lived in a world in which skills, talent, drive, experience, support from peers, and initiative were valued enough to succeed. When I lost it because I’m apparently not enough of an ass-kisser to the “important people,” I surprised myself again by standing up for myself in the face of fear, defending the values that matter while attacking such a broken system that favors brown-nosing enough to promote those that do so while leaving the rest of us in the dust.

And while I rattled off the list of reasons for why I shouldn’t have been passed up for this opportunity, and why I’ll never be an ass-kisser to those deemed more important than others, I felt strong, I felt justified, I felt redeemed.

It’s true that I’ve grown a lot in the last couple years but in just the last week? I’ve fucking bloomed, my friends. And it feels incredible.

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[fridge poetry]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=3172 2016-03-31T16:41:46Z 2016-03-04T16:39:08Z fridge poetry

Last night we hung out in the kitchen partaking in fridge poetry. Dear universe, sometimes it’s too sweet and good to be true.

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