Jug Island. To be family
Some places speak of the sweetness of family weekends when being family is an incandescent transformation that enfolds infinity. They are so much that it’s too much for the tools at hand. They are dimensions that challenge the potential of expression: Will I ever be able to express what you mean to me? Will I ever be able to show you what you are to me? Will I ever be whom you know I am? Will I ever be able to express that your existence makes me… possible. Love. These places push to rise, become, and awaken until nothing changed yet everything has changed, and from that day on for the beginning of eternity.
Jug Island, Ludovica Mazzucato, original painting, mixed media, gesso and acrylics on canvas, 24x1x18 in, 2019
JUG ISLAND is a cloud of islands coming together, merging in the alchemy of family by choice and destiny. The pastel hues are sweet and candidly chaotic as the lost socks that babies magically pull off and leave behind along the stroll. The textures of this painting are identities merging into a vision. They are adventures called you and I, fantastic and possible - always possible, wake up, I am here, I am your family! They are jiggles of vitality that break free through every pore. Daffodil strokes fill the summer air in this painting. Tangerine shades brighten the fragrance of Tuscan sun yellow, where bumblebee brushes make their way through craters of ultramarine, baby blue, and the fierce clouds of ballet slippers, watermelon, and flamingo pink nuances. It's a storm of hot afternoons, where water invites to leap deep and high when it springs from the bottom of the ocean.
This painting sounds like bespoken surprises on the trail through the forest of Douglas firs. Loyalty. Marriage well before marriage. This painting reminds me of the promise of togetherness through its weave of porous, elevated roots. They grow through the skies of smooth blues and the blushing grains. This painting is a mind so open that it can be seen as a map from the seas above and a focal point from the bottom of the ether. This painting breathes like the lungs of a baby breaking through. Possible. Possible, again.
JUG ISLAND smells of moments of rising when being ready is an entire existence, where all is left to do is to be. Underneath its pastel hues, this painting is an exploding earthquake of fiery lava, wild and eternal. It uncovers coral and magenta reds. It will challenge your vision. This painting will surprise you with tenderness when you are at the peak of its seduction, overwhelmed by its untamed nature. It will reveal swirls of energy that hover over the surface. It will rupture the words to leave you gasping for air and naked as the day you are born again. Marvel, this is real, I’m here. Family. To each other, we exist. And in a full circle, we are born to find and choose each other again, and again.
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