Rebecca Rebouché

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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...

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