I don’t remember any of it, and yet I still seem to have memories of it.

Krista Vindberga-Auzniece

The body remembers through touch. The new drawings made especially for Krista Vindberga-Auzniece’s solo exhibition emerge through repetition, silence, and concentration, with one movement slowly following the next until time accumulates in the surface. Charcoal crumbles, slips from the control of the hand, and is worked into the carefully prepared canvas; each subsequent touch retains the trace of the one before, turning duration into a material quality of the image.

Vindberga-Auzniece’s particular sensitivity, a heightened sense of presence akin to falling in love or some other intoxicating state, meets images from a time that belonged to others. Old family albums become starting points for prolonged looking, where a smile, a hand on a shoulder, a dance step, a fold of fabric or flowers held with ceremonial seriousness acquire a new kind of attention, bringing peripheral details into…