At the Edge Living room rearview mirror catching its own

rearview mirror catching its own slice of sky

Echoes the soft colour fields of Rothko and the long pastels of late James Turrell — held in a photographic register

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The light has that high-noon honesty that softens nothing and forgives everything

At the Edge Living room rearview mirror catching its ownAt the Edge frames the meeting point between a small Greek island town and the open sea whitewashed houses lined along a cliff, a single tree leaning into the wind, a tucked cove where a few sunbathers gather on warm rock. The water below works through every blue available to it, from glass clear shallows near the shore to a deeper teal where the wind cuts the surface. Shot on film by Frida, the frame carries the soft analog grain that gives the