Rebecca has always been a painter. Her practice of art predates her memory and it will likely outlive her memory too; even when she is grey and wrinkled with achy bones she will be painting, creating, and making art. Of this she is certain.
A self proclaimed naturalist, Rebecca’s kinship to the natural world, and her struggle to live separate from it, are running themes in her work. Rebecca once said that watching frogs hop upstream was more exciting than the Olympics and she once walked for 2300km across 4 months and loved every dirty stinky second of it.
Rebecca once claimed that ‘[she] shall takeover and rule the nation; [her] art shall be [her] propaganda…. Is this a dream, a scheme or does she have plan? The world she needs, and pleads for, a beautiful, hard, natural world, is simpler to create on a canvas than in reality.
Paint, before it becomes paint, a slosh of pigments, resins, and additives, is nothing more than raw material; it comes from the land. All her supplies do. Rebecca has her vibrant and luxurious paint because of the very industrialized world she seeks to re-create, to re-do.
She may not get very far with this “takeover”, but she will create a lot of art along the way. Art that can be spread; art that can be shared, far and wide.