There are no children in Sarah Buddendecks drawings of toys, no grassy lawns or messy rec rooms, no loud noises or bright colors, not even any shadows. Using graphite and a bit of white acrylic on paper, Buddendeck meticulously drafts classic objects of childhooda little red wagon, a plastic riding horse, a rounded school busin complete isolation from everything that gives them life, and the life that they give in turn. Surprisingly, her pictures produce no nostalgia. Thats always the risk with such representations, especially done in black-and-white, and Buddendeck evades it with care. If not nostalgia, though, then what? Memory can happen without the happy haze of romanticism. That veil lifted, Buddendeck reveals a melancholic study of loss and emptiness, of time long passed. Thats one reason to have children: they bring old toys back to life, as the toys give them something to live on.