Rebecca Horne's images have a voyeuristic quality that I really enjoy. Reading her statement confirmed my feelings about her use of household objects to symbolically represent intimate relationships; not remnants of an intimate encounter between humans, but the objects themselves becoming medium to emotional tensions. The images that really grab me are the ones that let the viewer bear witness to something that feels slightly inappropriate. The one with a slice of bread under a table makes me feel guilty, an ordinary event turned into a peep show of sorts.