Rebecca Moseman

'Into the Moon's Room' photography series:
"Oh, to go where the clouds sleep, Where the moons dance, And the stars weep.
I went into the moon's room, Zoom, Zoom. There were stars in his closet and clouds
in his bed, and lying in the corner a black bird with her feathery black head."
A boys honor and oath to his deceased aunt to carry on the story they created and threaded together about a black bird, and the moon.

My photography is a process of observation and a visceral response to my life, my experiences, and the world around me. It is at times a reflection of the emotional lives of my children or people I've encountered, sometimes a commentary on human behavior; other times it is a revelation of my own inner state. My photography represents a raw need to express visually what is often difficult to express in words.

Don't Look

The Book

The Offering

Fading From Memory

The Letter

Blood

Dirt

Freckles

Moon's Reach

On My Mind

Don't Look

The Book

The Offering

Fading From Memory

The Letter

Blood

Dirt

Freckles

Moon's Reach

On My Mind