Melissa
Nyquist

As a child, I was weird like most children. I ate cat food, broke and fixed things simultaneously, hoped that my animals would talk, sank ships, and swelled with relentless anxiety about my existence. You know, the usual. Spiral, rockets, and a potentially talking horse is an investigation of self, reflecting on memories with a psychological, philosophical lens and seduced by failed imagery. In the hope that if I kept my camera in orbit of me while retracing steps of the past and launching myself forward to the future I might find answers. I place myself as the hero and narrator in the photographs by red nails and as an extremely charming self-loathing storyteller.