What does it mean to be inspired by someone? It is humane, sacred and mysterious. It happened without permission or introduction. Suddenly I was holding a rose from her bouquet, but it’s my blood on the thorn. I made this collage in my 1989 sketchbook as a meditation on that sacred ground, with whole affinity and reverence for @taylorswift (and Frida of course). I did not stop to think “this is good” or “this is bad”, I just found myself holding the rose. So I bled. #Rebouche1989
“…how I hope you can feel happy and honored by my attempt to turn your stories into my visual allegories. But in the least, I hope you don’t feel cheated or offended. My intentions are pure. My motivations are noble. And I am deeply humbled to stand in your light.” -excerpt from my “Dear Taylor” http://rebeccarebouche.tumblr.com/post/140846682358/dear-taylor