I remember growing up a picture my mother had of me when I was a baby. Her hair was long and I was a marshmallow in cloudy hues; it was yellow and green tinted. I used to think that the past was all greens and yellows and it felt right. My memories looked like that: hazy, yellowed, old and marshmallow-y.

And it is that which I sought to re-create that disconnected-from-time sensation - this hazy, nostalgia. We can skip the marshmallow.

With my camera, I capture moments - the hug, the wave goodbye, the ephemeral smile as the cab door shuts before you're whisked back to the other side of the country. Not only are these moments your life; they echo everyone's moments in the abstracted, surreal color, the metaphor of the past we all see in those old photos.

So; I know now that the past isn't really yellow. But our memories are yellow, and green and fading. But if you look at these photos and get lost in the color, you'll remember something. You'll remember it.

I fabricate nostalgia.

Just the way we like it.

My portfolio is here: abmann.net

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