“Bumps in the Night” : Thomas Jack Hilton
I am enchanted by memories and this work is the embodiment of that; they haunt me.…and they fascinate me. I become perturbed by the way they swirl around in my head, fading and mixing with other occurrences. Did I experience that? Perhaps I heard it or saw it on TV twenty years ago. In a way it’s gone. The memory no longer belongs only to me but has become a part of the collective energy. It cannot be insulated from anything else and all things must be affected by everything. This work seeks to tidy that up in my own way, which may confound the casual observer. It’s ultimately about control. The white space is my laboratory where time does not exist on its own but must be added. Like time, I work creating and destroying and re-creating from that which was destroyed. An echo runs throughout the process and images may re-appear in other forms. I want to keep the feeling of tenuousness because that is one of the most interesting things about a memory; it’s what makes them so precious or turns them into apparitions. In the end it will be packaged down to a final photograph, a memory, frozen in time.
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