Brooklyn Misremembered is a small series of 6 pieces inspired by photos taken at a friend’s apartment in Flatbush. They are meditations on intimate spaces and an attempt to capture my impressions of a typically stark and aged Brooklyn apartment interior, transformed by the slight decorative touches of the inhabitant. My hope was to slightly warp what I saw as one inevitably warps an experience when they store it to memory. These paintings loosely deal with not only with the bittersweet nature of nostalgia itself, but the question of why we feel it and why some tend to sentimentalize the past more than others. Is it relative to one’s ability to record detailed information, specifically the dull or painful bits? Is it a survival mechanism that propels us forward in the hopes of re-experiencing an imagined past?