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| The mulberry bushes |
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| As Lucatello had searched into the heart
of nature to find the reason to his paintings, his love of trees
goes for granted; but at a certain point in his life he lingers
on the mulberry bush. He raises this humble protagonist to a
symbol that changes with the seasons from its bare and gaunt
look, to a thick and very green foliage. The artist paints it
and draws it in Indian ink with tireless enthusiasm, both when
he sketchs it in an easily recognisable way, and when he extracs
the essence and the mood of the rough tree trunks. In these
pictures by Lucatello there is passion and moments of suspense,
as always when his train of thought seems to stop in contemplation
of the profundity of existence. In the erotic pictures the mulberry
bush becomes the tree of life. |
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