Mare Nostrum. Resorts. Luxury yachts. Portofino. Palma de Mallorca. Holidays in Antalya. Club Med. Djerba beaches. Monte Carlo Marina. Sea view in Taormina. Valley of the Temples of Agrigento. Private islands in the Cyclades. Vineyards and olive groves of Sicily. Saint-Tropez. All-inclusive cruises. Riviera. Other Rivieras. Sunset at the Temple of Sounion. Formentera. Capri. Costa del Sol.

The Migrant Mother crosses Africa, fleeing hunger, war, and epidemics. She crosses the desert on foot, walks with her child on scorching sands, endures hunger, thirst, and cold. They steal the little she brings. The Migrant Mother is deceived, exploited, raped, beaten. She is enslaved. She becomes pregnant. They imprison her. She is humiliated, insulted, despised. The Migrant Mother finally arrives at the Mediterranean.

Mediterranean. Phoenician trade, Greek expansion, Roman rule. Mare Nostrum. Every year 1500 migrants drown – like on the Titanic, but with less glamour. Human trafficking. Corrupt authorities. Sun and warm waters. Dream vacations. Buoys and life jackets adrift. Sunset parties. Reserved beaches. Rubber boats. Frontex patrols. All-night parties in Ibiza. Millionaires in Sardinia. Corpses washing ashore in Lampedusa.

Mediterranean, splendid cemetery.

Olil on plywood, April 2026