Pernille Knudsen

The memory moves, shifts, dissolves and takes on a new form.
As when light changes the tone of colour, or when the wind makes the surface tremble.

Thread by thread, a map of nuances and movement grows, where time unfolds in diffuse layers of colours and fibres.


Where the Memory Roars lies in the borderland between the tangible and the elusive – a whisper of something that once was, or perhaps never really existed.



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Special thanks to Holma Helsinglands for sponsoring the materials.