Nikki Hills

Things I Wanted to Say
fabric, wire, ink

I approach memory by sneaking up on it, giving bits of elusive moments room to enter and exist. The bits of memory floating through are like flashes of light, a sudden complete feeling that in a moment can be gone. I’m not trying to capture memory so much as approach it, delicately observing how different pieces join together seemingly arbitrarily. In this new fusion the pieces of memory make a new unified whole, and the story told is the story lived twice.

© Nikki Hills