O’ is pleased to present In Search of Lost Time, a new exhibition curated by Samantha Greenfeld featuring Charlie Engelman, Gilbert Savransky, Paige Silverman, Celeste Voce and Kelly Wall. "But, when nothing subsists of an old past, after the death of people, after the destruction of things, alone, frailer but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, smell and taste still remain for a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, upon the ruins of all the rest, bearing without giving way, on their almost impalpable droplet, the immense edifice of memory." - Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way As the taste of a madeleine cookie excites Proust's childhood memories, descriptions of this sensory experience tumble across the page in a delicate ramble, echoing the ways we pull threads from depths of our brains. Seemingly insignificant moments are often our gateways to the past. The artists in this exhibition engage with the inevitable fleeting nature of time, presenting vessels that ground and collect the essence of memory. Charlie Engelman and Kelly Wall play with ruins and the malleability of memory. Engelman’s wax negative casts of personal and found objects distort and restructure recognizable forms to create new narratives, while Wall performatively recreates a version of Stonehenge, infusing the history with childlike whimsy. The works presented by Paige Silverman and Celeste Voce are rooted in their source material. Both artists recode history and recontextualize physical reality, creating alternate histories of form and functionality. Also presented is Gilbert Savransky, who never showed his artwork in his lifetime, and created work purely as a personal impulse. Through his drawings, completed in the last years before his murder, the viewer is able to step directly into his mind and travel to the past. The artworks in this exhibition remind the viewer that reflection is not passive but instead something we actively participate in, bringing our current selves in line with our past. When we are gone, whether dead or simply not present, the traces we leave behind are our attempts to touch the future. Whether literal or abstract, hazy or vivid, intimate or expansive, they are our record of time, memory, and existence. Text from Swann’s Way by Marcel Proust, original text 1908, above translation by Lydia Davis, 2002