The Musi become
an obsessive project, a kind of résumé of his
painting. The development (but not conclusion) of a thought
that proceeds exclusively in images and visual intuitions. Lucatello
scrunches up the canvas in order to listen to the beat of the
matter better, and to help the vision to dissolve in pure light.
As Rosada said, with the Musi Lucatello felt
that the unreachable was within reach. The last image
(and premonition?) was abruptly interrupted by death; in certain
Musi the last definitive immersion in the reality
(or truth) of nature is felt. These monochrome Musi
that are lightly touched by the low light, are sustained in
their lyric happiness by an unchanged creative energy. At the
end of this unrepeatable artistic story, one last reflection
can be made. It seems that the impetuous, angry and controversial
vein that had accompanied Lucatello from the very beginning
was appeased when he arrived at the Musi. It seems
that finally, the serenity gained was not a result of the once
sporadic urgency of an irrepressible vitality, but the last
result of his artistic thinking.
He was still working, but as it often happens, death interrupts
our life for no apparent reason.
All Artistic evolution translated by Rebecca
N. Kay
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