An ode to the New Zealand summer, Pohutukawa evokes memories of the warmest months in the upper North Island. Edward Friström avoids visual clichés with his spare use of line and careful selection of jewel-like colours. A gnarled pōhutukawa in bloom fills the picture with just a glimpse of white sand and the sea showing beyond. The surrounding grass is burnt by drought, and the brilliant red pōhutukawa flowers speckle the greenish-black foliage. One feels the heat, and the invitation of the azure water is alluring. It is a modern view: gone are the 19th-century shackles of naturalistic representation, replaced by the reduction of the scene to its most essential and evocative components.