“No doubt the fragile stuff of film, made newly strange in an age of immaterial electronic images, encourages the contemplation of change and chance, birth and death; such notions are registered through utterly physical means by Reeves in the fractal cracks of distressed pigment that adorn some of her hand-edited frames, or the tidal flows of thick, opalescent paint, sometimes dotted with stellar bubbles of captured air, that wash across other moments.”
— Ed Halter, Artforum

“Structurally, Reeves has held a daring position pushing the limit between sanity, obsessional memories, private madness and societal follies; at the intersection between psychological disorders, cultural artifacts and the process of obscuring/enlarging one’s vision and consciousness by accumulating layers of images on one strip of film.”
— Bérénice Reynaud, Senses of Cinema

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