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| The Trees: Still early 1970s |
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Imagination moves the hand of the artist
who, when he lives his pictorial story with nature, cannot resist
the charm of the infinite variety of trees that it presented,
and which Lucatello reads without a doubt, as an inevitable
phenomenon, rather than a casual occurrence.
Trees are among the protagonists of his distinctive pictures:
large stocky tree trunks with tough, scaly bark, or agile, towering
stems which crowd into dense bushes. Sometimes the painting
is dense with lumpy bulges, above all where the links to reality
are more manifest. At other times it is sober and dry when the
prospective moves away, looking for a synthesis. However, man’s
presence is constant, yet not always poetic.
At times, the outlines can become horizontal, maybe to support
the vines, and bit by bit they lose all lyric features, they
become cold amputated pieces of wood and threatening like true
and proper obstacles. |
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