The melancholy nostalgia of the displaced haunts the sculpture, paintings, collage, and film of Georgian artist Andro Wekua. While the political narratives of the civil war in his homeland underscore and contextualize his work, it is an enigmatic autobiography that structures Wekua’s visual vocabulary. A solitary child—a boy at different ages and states of undress—continually inhabits these installations; his color streaked eyes and cheeks, quite literary make him shamefaced. In seeming to plumb his own estranged engagement with the past, Wekua betrays the exuberant colors and fantastic vignettes as tinseled disguises for an embedded autobiography, surfacing only in gem-like reflections.