Rebecca Ocampo’s house is exactly as I imagined it. Simple, but not without thought, practical, quiet, and minimalistic in the most artistic of ways. It completely captures her essence, or what I had known of her up until then. It instantly brought me back to the first time I met her, as an early teenager in a dance class I had been dragged to. There were many large personalities in the class but not many of them made a lasting impression on me. Instead I was drawn to one woman stretching in the corner. Even during the warm up I could not concentrate on the movement, as I was watching her in the mirror across the room instead. When the dancers were asked to embody their biggest fear, it was Rebecca’s group that was the one to watch, mostly because of her take on the task. Her calm matched with exquisite lines she made with her movement almost made drowning seem angelic. Almost a nice way to die. Speaking and getting to know Rebecca, however, filled me with life. Although we always had a connection through mutual friends, this was our first conversation in getting to know each other. I have realized what an incredible soul she is and why exactly I was taken by her that first day. As she speaks about her film made in Africa, her difficulty assimilating to an iconic dance group, and her transition from dance to acting, she lays it out for me eloquently and neatly, but there is a quiet storm brewing underneath. She is far from settled on the inside, as she thinks about the complexities in herself and her artistic voice in relation to the larger world around her. And it is exciting to watch her think. Rebecca reminds us of the beauty of the constant change of direction in an artist’s life and career. After many years in the business, she can now say she has gone from being a brand new artist to one who introduces new artists to her community, a shift she can be proud of. She does it all with a stoic and serene take on the world and her place in it, even if it may be somewhere in between, somewhere on her own.