Rebecca Michelle Bartlett
A love story…
The first time I fell in love, I was eight years old, sitting in a theater, watching The Red Shoes ballet. The music swelled, the dancers appeared, the audience held its breath—and as it always is with true love, I knew instantly. I tugged on my mother’s sleeve and whispered, "This. This is what I want to do."
My love for storytelling began with dance and blossomed into an affair with film. Every element captures my creativity, from the performances to the delicacy of tone, I revel in it all.
But what I cherish most about the art of filmmaking is its most essential requirement: collaboration. It is the melding of minds and fever dreams into a shared, tangible reality that brings me the greatest joy. My highest value is my ability to make concrete what begins as mere fairy dust.
Tell me your dreams, and let’s make them visible.