This really does look like a painting. It's almost as if I can see the soft brushstrokes of a master painter. Brilliant work!
I absolutely love the coloring as well. It's so subtle, and yet so profound. I love how the blues and the reds and the soft tans sort of reflect on the walls and the furniture creating a parallelism and unifying the entire work itself. If you look at the chair with the chipping blue paint is reflected on the wall behind it. The same hold true with the other chair as well. And then if you look at the barrel and the bench, you see that their rich coloring mimics on another as well.
It's very enchanting.
And I love that you sort of have a blurred edging on one corner. It sort of holds your attention to the moment, making you focus on what you see before you. And it really hearkens to the title itself. Remembering the moments that are gone, the past, and the people of that moment who are no longer there in the present with us.
In a way you've manage to visualize what a memory feels like.