They push back against the sloshes of pale color as a visual analogue for how her music works. Those reds and browns are like the rhythmic unrest at the heart of her serene songs, where melodies twist and buckle and collapse. And like her frequent collaborator Dean Blunt, Robertson's visual practice bleeds into her music, shaping its tension and motion. She wanders with supple precision across both canvas and song in an improvisatory state, but it's in music that she comes closest to the divine.