Nicholas Aplin

Seven times down, eight times up explores the silent, rhythmic pulse of the "non-place." Through the depiction of deserted food courts, stationary escalators, and furled patio umbrellas, these works inhabit the pause between presence and absence. There is a specific tension in these urban interiors—spaces designed for mass transit and consumption that have fallen into a temporary or permanent slumber. By using a restricted, often saturated palette, the work elevates the mundane into a monument of urban melancholy. The title reflects a cycle of persistence: the mechanical rise and fall of the city, and the resilience found within its quietest, most obsolete corners

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