We tend to trust our nostalgia. The warm rooms, the soft lighting, the comfort of home. But memory is a selective storyteller—what it preserves may not be what was truly there.
This series invites a reconsideration of those familiar spaces. Not to erase them, but to expose what might have been overlooked beneath the surface: small fractures, emotional absences, the quiet strain beneath domestic stillness.
These are not rooms lost to time. They are rooms we believed we knew—until we looked again.
