A note from the gallery
Nostalgia, at its best, is not regression. It is a way of holding time in the present — the colors of an old photograph, a half-remembered interior, the emotional texture of something that once felt close. This selection began with that atmosphere: work that feels cinematic, intimate, slightly faded at the edges, and all the more affecting for it.
These pieces live in the register of afterglow. They do not shout for attention. They linger. Sepia, tobacco, blush, wine, soft cream — tones that recall archives, velvet seating, motel dusk, family albums, and rooms where life has already happened. You do not simply look at these works. You remember alongside them.