Rebekah, daughter on one hip and time balanced on the other, finds ways to draw moments that when left to themselves would slip away unnoticed. She takes simple things like dust and chalk, and makes them lovely. Lovely in their simplicity and their measured spaces. They seem to have an uncertain presence, ready to be swept away or soaked up by the sun at any moment. Ready to become a negative or a trace of something that used to exist.

-Laila O'Brien.