“Memories pretending to be pictures. Pictures pretending to be memories. Maybe this is just alchemy.” —Artifishal, on Only What Feels Like It Must Exist Only What Feels Like It Must Exist is a 52-piece collection that explores the residue of feeling that survives the collapse of form. These works are not portraits in the traditional sense—they are afterimages, fragments, suggestions. Each one offers just enough to be felt, but never enough to be resolved. Hues behave unpredictably: pulsing, leaking, vanishing mid-thought. These works do not present memory—they perform it. Artifishal’s conceptual approach treats each work as a fragile emotional signal, shaped by absence and distortion as much as by presence. Ultimately, the collection lives in the modern architecture of forgetting—where memory resists clarity, but never quite lets go.