Rebecca Tillett: Photography & Design Photography & Design2015-06-17T14:36:07Z http://rebeccatillett.com/feed/atom/WordPress Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[Conquered Hearts]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=2802 2015-06-17T14:36:07Z 2015-06-17T14:34:37Z Happy 2nd Birthday to dear Adalynn, my good friend Kristin’s little girl, the sweetest note in the melody of her parents’ lives!

“Dance. Dance for the joy and breath of childhood. Dance for all children, including that child who is still somewhere entombed beneath the responsibility and skepticism of adulthood. Embrace the moment before it escapes from our grasp. For the only promise of childhood, of any childhood, is that it will someday end. And in the end, we must ask ourselves what we have given our children to take its place. And is it enough?” —Richard Paul Evans

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[Dissident women (an hommage to fearlessness)]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=2791 2015-05-19T20:52:59Z 2015-05-19T20:49:12Z I’ve assumed the new role of columnist for Fluffer Magazine and the newest issue is now out!

There are some great interviews in there as well as beautiful and edgy photography from the nude and erotic photography realm, and of course, my column. So if you feel up to showing a little support for me and the fascinatingly beautiful world of the nude and erotic, grab you a copy! A print copy is less than $35 and a digital copy is a steal at less than $6!

“I grew up in this androcentric world. And I’ve spent much of my life brazenly giving myself permission to be a woman, a fundamentally sexual being in the face of the incessant brainwashing of girls that never seems to abate. I began taking nude self-portraits at the turn of this century, when I was still a teenager. Now as a woman, I have dealt with the inevitable but senseless issues that have risen because of it. I have lost count of the number of fights my ex-husband and I had over my decision to expose my body. I’ve wasted countless hours worrying about what potential jobs I might lose out on because I’ve shared my body with the world, unapologetically and I’ve antagonized over the silent judgments of other women, misguided byproducts of our culture, but I’m proud of my courage and I don’t live in regret of these decisions…”

…And don’t forget to share your thoughts and feedback!

Fluffer Magazine

Fluffer Magazine

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[You were born to love]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=2786 2015-05-19T18:53:16Z 2015-05-18T18:47:55Z Anniversary Tattoos

Love without apology, without reservation, without fear, without safety and security and that hard shell you swore no one would ever crack. Love without boundary, without apprehension and cynicism and timidity over exposing the soft part of your flesh. Love like it’s the last time you’ll ever love because this life is much too short to waste such a precious commodity. You were born to love. Anything else is wasted potential.

“Wear your heart on your skin in this life.” ―Sylvia Plath

Tattoos by Shanna Keyes
Original tattoo design by Alex Tabuns
Modified to add compass and banner/text by me

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[How deeply I loved him]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=2783 2015-05-19T18:37:14Z 2015-05-15T18:34:00Z Kissing in the snow

We would meet in a chatroom in 1997 when were just teenagers. We’d grow close and in 1998 when my father killed himself, Mike would become one of the only people I could talk to about it. I would read his sweet words on the screen, grieving over the loss, sinking into my swelling isolation and wishing I could disappear into his strong arms. I quietly fell in love with him then but he lived in Philly and I lived in New Mexico, and 2,000 miles is enormous to two kids with no means to cross it.

As time wore on, my contact with Mike would become infrequent. He had his life on the east coast and I had my own in the desert. I would soon meet another man and marry him, sometimes letting years pass in which Mike and I wouldn’t speak at all. It was the hard times that I’d reach out to him, looking for the comfort and compassion he’d so readily gave when we were teenagers, when sadness and grief would come storming into my life and I needed someone who knew me, who really understood, who’d let me immerse myself in my own salty tears but never drown. And he never ever let me drown.
It was 2013 when Mike and I would begin chatting more frequently and I would finally admit to him that I loved him when we were kids. He would laugh it off because even though we had grown, the distance was still daunting but more importantly, I was married. My confessions were innocent and naïve and I expected nothing of them, but as our chatting turned to texts and then phone calls, his feelings for me became clear and when I’d confront him over it, he wouldn’t deny it.

I would soon admit to myself how deeply I loved him, how lonely I’d felt for so much of my life and leave my husband of 14 years for the promise of something with this man I’d never even met in person. It would be the scariest decision I’d ever make. Six months later Mike would load up his truck, and drive out to Denver armed with nothing but faith and the hope of sharing a life with me.

One year later and we’ve never been happier.

Sometimes I think fate exists and life has a plan for us. This experience of unlikely circumstance has only helped to cement my faith in that belief. My love for him knows no bounds.

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[Love in Utah]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=2757 2015-05-19T18:55:39Z 2015-05-13T17:23:24Z My boyfriend Mike and I took a road trip through Utah at the end of April and I wanted to share some of my favorite photos from the trip (which don’t include camera-phone pics or images from my Fuji Instax!) These were all shot with a Canon 5D Mark III. Also worth mentioning, if it’s not immediately obvious from the photos: Utah is gorgeous. I recommend you go especially if you’ve never been.

“What it is…is a place where I can return to myself. It’s enough of a scramble to get to…that the energy expended is significant, and it translates into a change in my body chemistry and my psychological chemistry and my heart chemistry…”
―Jay Salter

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[I Am An Artist]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=2749 2015-05-05T19:29:15Z 2015-05-05T19:29:15Z Lisa Congdon

“It has been 14 years since I first picked up a paintbrush. And I spent much of that time feeling like an imposter. I didn’t study art or illustration formally in school. I did not follow traditional pathways to get where I am. Most of what I do most days I taught myself how to do. I don’t even know most of the time if there is better or easier or “more right” way to do what I do.

And for that reason, I used to spend a lot of time feeling inferior; like for some reason I did not deserve the success I was experiencing. And worse than that: that’s what I feared others might think about me too.

But at some point, I decided, this is bullshit.”

—Lisa Congdon

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[Protected: Let’s Shoot!]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=2678 2015-04-18T18:40:45Z 2015-04-18T18:34:14Z

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[Rejected]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=2712 2015-04-15T22:33:49Z 2015-04-15T22:33:49Z I don’t often blog about my design for a multitude of ambiguous reasons, I suppose. Most notably, probably, is that it’s my bread and butter, and also because it seems unlikely that anyone outside the audience of the piece I’ve designed would find it particularly interesting. But sometimes, as a professional graphic designer, the knowledge of all the pieces I’ve designed that have and will never see the light of day because the client didn’t share your vision or embrace something maybe a little bit edgier than they’re used to can feel absolutely defeating. And this certainly isn’t an issue exclusive only to me. All graphic designers, and in fact all creative professionals that have worked in the industry understand this struggle. Everyone doing something creative to make a living is an artist. Whether you’re a writer or a videographer or a photographer or graphic designer or an interior designer, it doesn’t matter, you put a little piece of your heart into everything your create — unless you’ve grown bitter or burned out or are simply tired of the fight. And I can undoubtedly attest to have fallen down that dark hole a few times in my career but thankfully, I always seem to heave myself out (which typically requires big life shifts, in my case anyway, but moving on…).

It’s extremely rare you meet someone in a creative profession for the money (I mean like, Sasquatch rare), because it’s simply not there. We choose to forgo a comfortable lifestyle in the noble, and perhaps sometimes naïve pursuit of doing what we love, wrongfully assuming that we will indeed get to do what we love. And it’s true that sometimes, less often than not, I do get to design and create what I love. It’s true that every now and then I get a client that trusts me and has faith in my abilities and aesthetic, a client that wants something new, fresh, interesting and maybe even something they would have never considered, a client that gives me a little direction and then says “GO!” But that’s so rare it’s depressing. An old boss of mine used to always say “Everyone’s an art director!” and it’s true — well, it’s kinda true anyway. Everyone thinks they’re an art director and when everyone thinks they’re an art director, it surely makes someone like myself ponder why I went to school for such a thing in the first place, because apparently I’d have more creative power to yield as a client than a designer. With that said, I suppose that means the only thing I really went to school for was to become proficient in using the programs needed to design, which doesn’t make me a designer at all, it makes me a production worker. And there’s a big difference. Really, there is.

So without further adieu and in effort to salvage a few chunks of my heart before they’re tossed in the compost pile, below are two booklet cover designs I recently created for a client at work who deemed them “inappropriate” and instead opted for the safe and boring option. The option with the smiling graduates and the simple type treatment, the boring, snooze-inducing, straight-to-the-point-because-clearly-we’re-allergic-to-fun-and-creativity-option. This is for 21 year-olds, after all and everyone knows those guys hate fun, right?

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[Decriminalize nipples]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=2683 2015-04-03T15:55:39Z 2015-04-03T15:55:39Z #freethenipple

Miley Cyrus is reportedly a huge proponent of the #freethenipple campaign so I had some fun with this one! Video of the drawing process below.

DECRIMINALIZE THE FEMALE BODY.
#freethenipple

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Rebecca Tillett <![CDATA[Lola Roja]]> http://rebeccatillett.com/?p=2654 2015-03-30T14:21:15Z 2015-03-30T14:21:15Z Last month it was my friend and coworker Lucas’s birthday and I was finally able to complete his gift. It’s an illustration of his adorable daughter, Lola, as Little Red Riding Hood. I wrote a pretty dark poem to accompany the drawing so I’m thinking about creating a second piece to reflect that!

Anyway, Happy Belated Birthday, Lucas! I hope you enjoy your gift. I know I had a hell of a fun time creating it.

Lola Roja



LOLA ROJA


She pranced and she skipped and she romped through the woods
On toward gramma’s house quick as she could
When out of the shadows a wolf did appear
But our dulce mijita sensed danger was near
She cried “Come mierda y muerte, cabrón!”
And smashed him over the head with a rather large stone
Killed that wolf dead, right where he stood
Then onward she strolled, our Lola Red Riding Hood


And to see the illustration process using the Procreate App for the iPad:

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