In one week and a day, we will behold the moon and whisper to...



In one week and a day, we will behold the moon and whisper to the stars. We will know the night and listen to voices brave enough to sing. We will climb to treetops and gaze upon painted universal truths of mankind. My anticipation is burning bright. #theruralexperience | this is the official release of my new collection. Information on how to attend online will be forthcoming. Stay tuned. Anyone who still wants to attend the opening, this is the last chance. Send a request to hannah[at]rebeccarebouche.com Invites have gone out and rsvps are nearly at capacity. | Press passes still going out. Send a request to same address. I’ll be posting teaser images and updates all week. Giving ALL the thanks in advance. Love, Rebecca

      

 

If the whole sea were a water balloon, you could pop it with one...



If the whole sea were a water balloon, you could pop it with one needle, sending the whales and seahorses flying into space. 

"The Whole Sea"
11” x 14”
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Arbor compositions

Arbor compositions :

As I surrender to the making of this collection, it is clear that it must go on past this timeframe I have reserved for it. My ideas are too plentiful, too multilayered. Though I’ve eliminated as many distractions of normal life as possible, I still stumble upon the occasional moment where a piece of magic slips through the cracks and arrives at my feet. Like this sound bite where science and art collide for your ears. This could almost be the soundtrack for my upcoming show. Haunting clanging on the piano inside our bones.

      

 

We originally built this wall outside to project movies onto,...



We originally built this wall outside to project movies onto, but I got tired of looking at a plain white wall. Also, I’m an artist, in the woods, with a huge white wall and a fresh oil stick. It was bound to happen eventually. 😉 I’m working on a mural that will cover these doodles, so stay tuned. In the meantime, I hope the foxes like their new art. Xo, Rebecca

      

 

If there were some kind of reality TV cameras following me...



If there were some kind of reality TV cameras following me around for the making of this collection, today would have been the moment for the ratings… Where I cracked. Emotional breakdown. Drama. Regrettable texts and crying in public. Spilled paint and the looming question: will she really pull this off? Thankfully a few friends talked me down from the floating ledge of hopelessness and reminded me that sometimes you have to give up so you can free yourself to begin again. This is a lesson I have to learn over and over. Some days are just shit. So, I gave up on art and my agenda and my way-behind schedule and my emails and my deadlines and my obligations, and I grabbed this paintbrush and a can of white paint, and changed my focus from my canvas to my wall. Surrender. I actually almost enjoyed it. The question still looms. No, I have no idea how I’ll pull this off. But at least my walls are fresh and white. Goodnight world. Hope tmrw is better. x, R

      

 

 


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