Can you believe these are made with marker pens? The medium of childhood – uncapped, immediate, unforgiving – turned into something luminous, layered, alive. Rebecca Payne draws the world as if it were still possible to see it for the first time. Fields hum, skies pulse, branches seem to breathe. Her work moves somewhere between recollection and revelation, each line alive with a kind of nervous system. Every mark feels exact; colour placed with an intuition earned through solitude, attention, a fierce kind of joy.
