Traumatic triggers come in many forms: the smell of a rose, the taste of a warm pie, the sound of music. What attracts one may repel another, but the tension between these two opposing reactions is what entices Ballard as an artist. Every trigger is tied to a specific memory which causes her, as a survivor, to question reality and what she believes to be true. Is this love or is this abuse? What happens when we succumb to the memory that haunts us?