Nostaljuices

My grandfather died when I was thirteen. We were close, so I sometimes forget he is gone. When I remember, I often recall that he – an artist – never lived to see me become an illustrator. I like to imagine a world where he had. Nostaljuices expresses what it feels like to rifle through memories and choose new ones, like products from a store shelf, to satisfy our desire to relive or remake the past.

By Aruna Balasubramanian