Piscina

The Mediterranean series follows the slow architecture of southern light — that hour when the air dries on tiled floors, when pine resin hangs in the heat and the sea is somewhere just out of frame. These are not postcards. They are quieter than that. A pool flat as glass before anyone arrives. A row of empty sunloungers under unblinking blue. A whitewashed wall doing nothing in particular. Curated for collectors who know the difference between a holiday photograph and the memory of a holiday. Across the series, frida works with the residue of a place rather than its monuments. Agave and pine, terracotta and lime, the chalk of stone underfoot. The palette stays consistent — washed cobalt skies, oxidised greens, sun-bleached sand — so the pieces sit together as a single body of work without ever repeating themselves. Each frame keeps the human implied but rarely shown. You hear the cicadas before you see them. You feel the heat before you understand the composition. Hung together or alone, the series brings the long, patient mood of a Mediterranean summer indoors.