In the studio with Rebecca Ackroyd

A couple of years have passed since when I first encountered Rebecca Ackroyd’s body of work. At the time, I visually associated it with clean shapes and lines, palecoloured fabrics, white plaster organic sculptures and blocks of concrete occasionally disrupted by thrownon or clinging synthetic materials, as if such elements meant to interrupt the predictability of a scene in order to prompt a new vision, and a different rhythm.