How Sun Smells paintings draw from Freifeld's family 1960s photographs—idealized snapshots of quotidian life in Mexico City or on the coast—transformed into something vividly non-archival: long-gone faces given an afterlife as real as memory itself. She takes liberties freely, dissolving scenes into boundless color and feeling rather than fixed likeness. The mix of unfinished passages against rendered detail isn't inconsistency but confidence—her subjects live close to her, and conjuring them takes both precision and openness.