Nature appears here in many forms. At times it is immediately recognisable: landscape, foliage, light, or elemental force. Elsewhere, it is more elusive—an inner terrain, a half-remembered feeling, a way of being.
The title gestures not only towards nature as the physical world of Mother Nature, but also towards the nature of nostalgia itself: its rhythms, its softening of time, and the gentle, often bittersweet pleasures it carries.
The works resist a single, fixed narrative. Instead, they offer fragments—glimpses into personal histories and shared pasts—allowing memory to surface in echoes. In doing so, they suggest that nostalgia is not simply a longing for what is lost, but a living presence, one that continues to shape our sense of self, place, hope and belonging.