"I'm not searching for beauty, but for what remains of it."This work is an attempt to gather what we drop along the way — what we leave behind, whether by choice or by force.What keeps haunting us, even when we thought it was over.Remnants are not just the ends of cigarettes; they are the remains of decisions, relationships, disappointments, times, and illusions.Through this installation, I pose an existential question:Is a person defined by what they do, or by what they leave behind?These remnants belong as much to the realm of the psyche as they do to the physical world.They are the cigarettes extinguished with trembling hands, the letters never sent,the postponed kisses, the bitter coffee sipped after a loved one’s departure.In this symbolic museum, we do not celebrate beginnings — we honor endings.We do not glorify achievements — we elevate losses.We do not sanctify wholeness — we hold tight to what’s left.

Samia ElgallabiArtist / Writer / DocumentarianA seeker of the uncollectible,Believing that art is the only way to mend what time has left unsaid.