Rebecca Tillett 4/20/25 Rebecca Tillett 4/20/25

Despair at Dawn

As far back as I can remember, I have struggled intensely with mornings. No matter the state of my mental health—or my life—at any point in time. Even at my (seemingly) overall happiest or most content, my first thought upon waking is: I just want to die. Please take me.

Rebecca Tillett 2/23/25 Rebecca Tillett 2/23/25

Sublime Déshabillé

And in her sublime déshabillé, the soft pillow of her body bathed in light while her head swam in the dunce cap’s darkness ravaged by dancing merciless fire and choking smoke.

Rebecca Tillett 1/20/25 Rebecca Tillett 1/20/25

Môniyâw

There were some uncanny, serendipitous circumstances surrounding this piece both while I was working on it and after….things that a younger version of myself would call coincidence, a word I have since mostly parted ways with.

Rebecca Tillett 8/10/24 Rebecca Tillett 8/10/24

World of the Dead

You know what I really miss sometimes? The monoculture.

Rebecca Tillett 7/12/24 Rebecca Tillett 7/12/24

Body of a Flower

You wanted me to fly. You wanted the honey and the flower. I wanted forever.

Rebecca Tillett 4/7/24 Rebecca Tillett 4/7/24

Upward to Heaven

The original version of this piece (that you may have seen if you stopped by our booth in Houston or Dallas) had the subject’s head inside a birdcage. But even though I loved the concept in theory, there was something about it that didn’t feel right and I didn’t love it