When I take in Venlet’s work, I feel like I’m looking at a memory from someone else’s mind—a sweet moment from their childhood home, or their favourite way to spend an afternoon. The granular details aren’t there—instead, we see broad strokes of plump colours. The perspective of her pieces is somewhat distorted, too; and it’s not meant to be perfect. What we are drawn to are the colours, patterns, and light. Just like our memories.