Leah Dixon paints as a voyeur of a technicolor teenagedom. She embraces the thrill and shame that rest in the space between childhood and adulthood. Working solely from her imagination, Leah adopts fantasized mini-narratives, and collages them with visual clips from her own memories. This leads to a playful assemblage of hips swaggering, fingers reaching, and eyes come-hithering. Leah's paintings capture the pinballed energy that ricochets between desire and repulsion.