Rebecca T
Profile
My name is Bec, and here I will be displaying my photography, photomanipulations, designs and drawings. I am also a singer, writer of poetry and prose, model, and a few other things. I love art, I love creating, portraying, and I especially like collaborating with others.
I have also uploaded a few titbits of my poetry & prose for you… if you like what you read, please visit www.pizazzwriting.wordpress.com for more!
My images here currently are at a low resolution, and a very small and slightly outdated example of my photography, but I do hope to have a proper website up and running soon, so stay tuned!
I am based in Tasmania, Australia. If you would like to purchase any of my work, collaborate with me, or have something to ask, please contact me at panache.pizazz[at]gmail[dot]com or though my website:
www.pizazz.wordpress.com
Constructive critique very welcome!
Art
Writing
bond
we become / indecipherable whisperings, / a language of friendship / only those involved can understand we have moved beyond / the material world for our / occupation. we interact / amongst the li…
onomatopoeia
thump and thud / become good words for my heart / swollen, too / the warm pulsating thick against my ribs / a glup and glut / your words increase / its insistent speech, / a wallop-wish / I have under…
Paper Glass
sometimes / it feels like / pressing my face against a glass wall, thin / or did I forget the “I am” in that sentence? / You watch the circles of those who know / what they want, but not why / the…
Utah & Ani
“Laws. The good people don’t need em and the bad people don’t follow em, so what are they good for?” There’s a certain feeling downtown today, like something’s going to change. Everyo…
Heaven
touching heaven / my toes are leading my dance / tonight I am growing out of the ground, through / my feet and upwards, branching out / leaves brushing at world’s ceiling / my heart is a beautifu…
Under The Rain
She stood in the garden, her eyes blazing as she stared at me. I couldn’t see what she was so empassioned about. It was hidden in that proud, tossing head. She was eating plums – ripe, red plum…
