Succulent Low-Fi Morsels: Samantha /  by Rebecca Tillett

Covid19 has spawned some pretty crazy technological adventures in the name of social distancing. FaceTime photoshoots have become one of those things. The images below are some of my favorites with my voluptuous friend, Sammi. She was at her home in Colorado Springs while I shot her on my iphone sitting in my home in the Denver area,

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You'll Never Know Darling /  by Rebecca Tillett

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.

Succulent Low-Fi Morsels: Cassandra /  by Rebecca Tillett

Covid19 has spawned some pretty crazy technological adventures in the name of social distancing. FaceTime photoshoots have become one of those things. The images below are some of my favorites with my gorgeous cousin, Cass. She was at her home in Aurora, CO while I shot her on my iphone sitting in my home in the Denver area.

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Unexpected Transition /  by Rebecca Tillett

For as long as I can remember, to my very earliest memories and forever since, so often my first thought each morning after being jarred out of sleep by an unforgiving alarm was “Dear god, I’d rather be dead then ever have to get out of this bed again.” And ashamedly, it was not meant to be a humorous desire or a silly exaggeration. Sleep has always been my favorite part of every day, my reprieve.

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The Sketchbook Project /  by Rebecca Tillett

For the last couple months I’ve slowly been working on a sketchbook for the @thesketchbookproject. I have to send it back by February 1st and I’m finally nearly done with it. I’ll be getting it back just in time. I only get a few hours each week to spend on it but because of that, the finishing of it feels so much sweeter. It’s mixed media; a combination of inkjet image transfers, watercolor, pen, pencil, marker and a few pieces of my heart and soul.

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Free Churro /  by Rebecca Tillett

Two nights ago I cried pretty unexpectedly at the end of the Bojack Horseman episode, Free Churro. Have you seen it? The entire thing was Bojack giving a eulogy for his recently deceased mother, with whom he had a very strained & complex relationship. It was sad & powerful & raw & brutal & articulated so many feelings I have toward my father (& really, my mother too). Feelings of dismissal from both, but in dramatically different ways.

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The Carpenters /  by Rebecca Tillett

But they’re beautiful aren’t they? Weddings. Despite my own shying away from them, I am still a romantic, a feeler, a believer in things like fate and destiny and meant-to-bes. And I absolutely understand the want or need for a wedding, for a celebration with those you love and care about. That one dreamy day that signals the beginning of the next chapter. There’s a lot of magic and symbolism in weddings that I can appreciate.

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Jón Þór "Jónsi" Birgisson /  by Rebecca Tillett

Sigur Rós has been one of my all-time favorites since 2002, since hearing their song, Njósnavélin play over that last beautiful scene of Vanilla Sky when David had just learned he’d been dreaming for many years and choosing to finally wake up, jumps off the building in his dream. All happening against that fantastically beautiful montage of old photos and home movie footage, those snapshots and memories from our collective past gone forever now that for me, elicits such lovely nostalgic sadness.

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You Are a Motherf*%$ing Force /  by Rebecca Tillett

As of today, it’s been one whole entire huge tiny long quick gigantic short surreal transformative passionate trying wonderful exhausting year since I first got to look into your big eyes, baby
I am still gobsmacked by the strange magic of it all. Strange, shiny, messy, beautiful, incomprehensible magic.

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There is Only Light /  by Rebecca Tillett

I am much more protective of my feelings on motherhood than anything else in life. I am still working on unraveling just why exactly. I suspect because they are not always overwhelmingly exuberant, which I feel mothers rarely see mirrored or represented outside the darkest recesses of our minds. We are inundated with nothing but the happy wonderfulness so there is a built-in shame in feeling anything but, perhaps.

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