This painting unfolds like a half-remembered street, where windows, doors, and echoes of stairways drift between structure and dissolution. The geometry holds fragments of familiarity, yet each plane loosens its grip, as if memory itself were slipping from the frame. Layers of blue evoke both the calm of recollection and the ache of its loss. Part of a series about my mother’s dementia, it reflects how recognition flickers and how architecture becomes a vessel for presence and erasure.