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Afternoon in the Studio - Hudson, NY A Short Film by Bill Page

An informal conversation with Lucio Pozzi

I started painting in Milan and when I got to Rome I've been influenced by Burri and then I started seeing American paintings and I was very impressed with Rothko and Newman so I was very eager to come to the US as soon as possible as those remained my influences then.

When I saw American pragmatism and the scale of American paintings I felt it was a good alternative to what I had in mind because I didn't like what I was seeing in Italy at that time; not that there wasn't good stuff there, but my eyes didn't see it because I was trying to get out of that and so I only started discovering Italian painters like Turcato and Cagli when as a New York artist I was invited back in Italy and I started to relax and understand Italian painters better.

At time I was in love with Morandi. He was a major influence and I remember he was shown in a gallery called 'Il Milione' where my stepfather, the british sculptor Michael Noble was also exhibiting. Noble had a giant influence on me as a teenager and then through him I met the people around 'Il Milione' gallery like (Vir)Gino Ghiringhelli that was part of a modern abstractionist movement in architecture and painting and that was really a major influence for me.

When I was a child I had a grandmother with a collection of renaissance paintings, she was a rich woman and I was going for lunch there and I started to admire those painters but the most important influences are those I received after childhood when Michael Noble arrived in my (and my mother) life and began to see art from a different perspective.

I was more tending toward portraits and photography at that time and was with Noble and his friends that I really discovered painting and because I was kinda a desperate teenager that art was a raft for me where I could hang on for survival and to some extent, painting is still a raft where to hang on and know more and more about the world for which I devoted my whole life to, practicing it and also wondering about it.

Mercury's Wind Curated by Davide Ferri

Deliberately incoherent and zigzagging, syncopated and at the same time aerial, the exhibition Mercury's Wind proposes new possibilities for dialogue among Lucio Pozzi's works starting from his recent production, but without renouncing to punctuate it with works that belong to the artist's past, even remote past. The title underscores and revives this seemingly "canny" character of all his research: Mercury is the god of fickleness and lightness (qualities also found within Pozzi's practice), the wind produced by his movements is "storm or breeze," like the movements of thought from which processes of action and reaction are unleashed between works that, though contiguous, seem apparently very different from each other.

Thus, in the exhibition, it may happen that in the same room a diptych belonging to the Level Group series (where pairs of paintings, apparently similar, activate an energetic exchange that is based on gesture, on the direction of brushstrokes, on the incidence of light, on the relationship between the thickness of edges and surfaces) face each other; a large photographic-derived work (again, a pair of images) in which a few essential brushstrokes follow the movements, almost to the point of blurring with them, of a pile of wooden crates found by chance and photographed in a garbage dump; a Scatter Painting based on the "scattering" of lines, marks and backgrounds on the surface, on an agility of forms and colors capable of generating a perpetual non-finite.

And again: it may happen, in the exhibition, that a large figurative work such as Storia, in which forms and outlines of things traceable to reality and others more difficult to recognize compose a score of hypothetical narratives and an infinite range of changes of scale and points of view, is in dialogue with a recent series of Overlap Paintings, still overlaps between forms and planes of the image, but rigorously organized in an abstract score in pastel tones; or that the last, large "flower" made by the artist, a monumental yet iridescent image, stands next to a constellation of small abstract paintings belonging to some of his most emblematic series.

Mercury's Wind thus reiterates how at the center of Pozzi's work, rather than an affinity or a stylistic and formal compactness, is what the artist has repeatedly referred to as "the inventory game": the attempt to make painting through a practice of inexhaustible potential, that is, starting with the fundamental ingredients of painting - the taking away and the putting on, the above and the below, dualism, the four fundamental colors - which generate an infinite range of signs and forms, combinations and relationships among them. The exhibition also raises some fundamental questions about the artist's research and painting in general.

Is Pozzi's work, for example, abstract or figurative? Do these two categories still apply to define painting? What is authorship in painting if it does not translate into a defined style? How do the past and the present establish a relationship within the work of an artist in which the series never close, proceed in parallel, or dovetail into each other even a long time apart? Is it possible to define his work within some period or historicization? Is there, for example, an analytical period of the artist? And if it does exist, how can Lucio Pozzi's work be defined outside of this all-too-brief moment in his career? The exhibition, rather than answering these questions, echoes them by leaving them unanswered. Thus even the reading of a press release, such as this one, becomes one of many possible readings, one of the threads that intertwine with those developed by the author, the curator, the gallerist, and the exhibition's viewers, yet to be traced.

Lucio Pozzi in Conversation with David Ebony Zoom Event Recording Transcript

Wednesday 8 December 2021, 1-2:30 pm EST

Hal: Welcome to the conversation between Lucio Pozzi and David Ebony. Hal Bromm here, it's a pleasure to have you with us! Thanks to Katie Svensson for coordinating this event. For your information, the talk is being recorded and will be uploaded to the gallery's YouTube site and also will be on our website. If you have questions or comments, please write them in the chat box and we will aim to respond toward the end of the event.
Today we will be discussing Lucio Pozzi's prolific career in conjunction with his current exhibition "Time and Again" here at the gallery on view through late January. The exhibition features lushly colorful new paintings in 'conversation' with early 70s reductivist diptychs. Lucio was born in Milan and moved to the United States as a guest of the Harvard International Seminar. Though foremost a painter, Lucio considers writing, drawing, and sculpture to be valuable tools in his work. He has taught and lectured extensively at institutions including Cooper Union, Yale, Princeton, Maryland Institute and SVA. Lucio Pozzi has worked with this gallery since its founding in 1975, and in over four decades has participated in numerous installations and exhibitions here, several of these will be discussed today. He currently divides his time between Hudson, New York and Valeggio, Italy. We're honored to be joined by David Ebony a renowned art critic, curator, art historian, and friend. He received his MA in art history from Hunter College studying with theorist Rosalind Krauss and artist Robert Morris. David is currently a contributing editor of Art in America and a frequent contributor to Artnet News and Yale University Press online, among other publications. David is a member of AICA and the author of numerous artist monographs.
Lucio, David, Katie and I are delighted to have you with us today!
David, would you like to begin the conversation?

David: Hal, thank you very much for that introduction; it was very nice. and I'm so delighted to be here via zoom with Lucio Pozzi who is one of the art world's best kept secrets, I say, because he's a cult figure in the art world. Those in the know, know his work. He's been around for a long, long time and he's never been predictable; he always changes; he is never doing the same thing over and over. He's got an incredibly multi-faceted career that we should all know better, and I hope that this presentation will open up some new audiences for Lucio's work because it's incredibly brilliant, beautiful, and profound. How's that Lucio for an introduction?

Lucio: I really don't know what to say, how are you?

So, why are you a best-kept secret? What has taken you so long to become a household name? Why are you keeping us waiting?

I have no idea. I just work as much as I can and bless every day I have the energy and the ideas to make art on all levels from the big, to the small, from the lasting to the ephemeral and make my dialogue with the world possible. And I try to make it so that spectators can be as creative as they can when they approach my art, so the door is always open.

The door is always open. Yes. That's a beautiful statement. Tell us a little bit about how you got involved in the art world. Tell us about your background and how you started to make art.

My mother was divorced from my father and after the war she married the British sculptor Michael Noble, who influenced me very deeply. He taught me very many things that I still practice in art. And he being a sculptor I sort of decided to become a painter and when eventually I moved to New York, I approached art in a way that was essential for my learning.

Essential in what way?

Coming from Italy, it was very theoretical. In the United States I touched firsthand that which I had only read about, which is pragmatism, the William James kind of pragmatism. And I really saw firsthand by meeting artists how to approach art in a direct way instead of filtering it through too much of an abstract discourse.

What was your first attraction in art when you came to the U.S. Were you already making art in Italy, or did you first make art when you came to the United States?

I was making art and already exhibiting it in Italy and I was part of a group of people who looked upon American art as a model. I was living in Rome, and we occasionally would see one Rothko, one Ellsworth Kelly, one Newman. At some center for the arts, a Roma-New York Association, something like that, occasionally these things would be seen. But in Rome there was Cy Twombly, and he was a big influence on many of us.

Did you know him personally?

The gallerist I was showing with, Topazia Alliata, brought me once for tea at the palazzo where he was living with his wife at the time. I remember this big palazzo with furniture and incredible monumental curtains and paintings and whatever. And I had.., you know, I was very young, and he was a mature artist and so I just listened to the exchange between him and other people. I could not say I have met him but I had an interesting listening situation with him.

Your work is so extraordinary in that it's both minimalism and maximalism, but your first attraction was to minimalism. What is your feeling about that, your relationship to minimalism?

The somehow minimal painting you see on the left side of the screen was in 1961 and it was a basic experience for me because I reduced the terms of painting to the utmost; but in it I also hinted by overlap at a third dimensionality. I refused all my life to flatten painting in an exclusive manner. So, from there I extended my imagination, my painterly imagination, to the extreme and shortly after doing that painting which has two bars, one red and one black - I calleds it MCH as a homage to Malevich - I also, shortly after, I did that other much more baroque painting you see on the right, in which you see some blobs floating over some imaginary shapes and where the three- dimensionality is not any more hinted at but actually is practiced in a more obvious way. The dichotomy between that which seems more abstract, and that which seems less abstract is something that has accompanied me all my life. I am very keen on that because when I know something too well, I need to switch to something that gives me more panic and excitement. And then when I begin to know that more, then I switch back maybe to something which is more exciting at the time, even of a kind that I might have already touched upon but had become almost forgotten. This zigzag is crucial to my practice.
This is an opportunity to talk about the fact that at one point around 30 years ago Merrill Wagner asked me to join the American Abstract Artists' association. And I was accepted by them at the condition that they would know that I concurrently do things that would seem abstract and things that would appear to be more realistic or figurative and that by them accepting me meant also a redefinition of what abstraction is.

Is that when you met Emily Mason? I've worked with Emily on a number of books, and her mother Alice Trumbull Mason was one of the founders of that organization, correct?

Yes, Emily and her husband Wolf Kahn were among the first American artists I met in Rome. When I came to New York I stayed in their loft, which was on Broadway, one of the first places I stayed in when I came over. They became close friends and we talked about painting very much.

But it was Merrill Wagner who invited you to join that group?

Merrill Wagner I met later, in the 70’s, and I think I met her and Robert Ryman, her husband, through my starting to exhibit at the John Weber gallery.

John Weber was the center of so much avant-garde work at that time. Maybe we should show some more works.


Because your “practice”, as they say these days, was multifaceted, it also included performance. All along you had a performative element to many of the projects that you did. So, was this one of the first, called Paperswim from 1971?

Yes, I did Paperswim in 1971 in Milan before coming to the States and then I did it again at Tyler School of the Arts in 1987 and then I did the third one at DIA Center for the Arts on Mercer Street in New York in 1991 and a big video was taken of it at the time. Paperswim was my answer to.., I was insisting on the importance of painting. As you know, painting is.., painters are told that painting is dead every 10 years more or less since 1890. And so I found myself caught into one of those fashions in the late 60s and people told me that painting was dead, that there was a certain Joseph Beuys doing actions in Germany, and so, I was having a show in a gallery in Milan (1) where Robert Rauschenberg and other Americans were showing and I told myself “I'll prove that painting extends in all kinds of ways”, also in this thing which they called Actions at the time - no one was talking of Performance then. (2)
I had been very fascinated by the history of theater in Italy and in Europe and I called these things pantomimes, which is an old performance art that starts even before the medieval times in all the civilizations of the world.
So, I crumpled all kinds of unprinted newsprint paper, which I discovered newspapers were throwing out before changing the press rollers. And I crawled underneath wearing blinders to symbolize the oblivion of the world that artists, painters especially, have when they paint and I dove underneath wearing this leotard and came out…

Is that you ?

That's me. Every minute or two I came out like Venus from the sea and made a mysterious mark on the paper and then dove underneath. I then started doing performances within the absurd office hours, which I still do. Eight hours. This was an eight-hour performance. It leaves you exhausted as you can possibly be, and it is an interesting thing to do.

I wonder if Marina Abramovic knows about this work?

At the time I met Marina Abramovic in New York, later on, I was introduced to her and she was introduced to me as co-performers, but I was insisting on painting, so, I was not labeled as a performer. I was labeled as a painter, and we talked a little bit and she took off in her career in one way and I took off in mine in another. (3)

When you did this performance where is the audience? Is this on a stage, or how is the audience involved?

The first time it was in a storefront next to the gallery (4) and the performance I did after that one, I meant to do one every day for five days, but the one after this one was that I was doing a shootout. There were three actors walking with the passers-by in the street and in the street I was inviting people to come in, “come in! every half an hour there will be a shootout. It will be an execution”, and the actors came in with the audience. There were each time 10 people more or less, passers-by or art-interested viewers, and at the half hour exactly, two actors would arrest the third actor, drag him or her against the wall and shoot this person with a blank and then drag the corpse in the back of the... in the back store. So, in the middle of this eight hours of performance the police came and arrested me and started interrogating me about whether I was a Communist. So, my performance was interrupted, and I spent the night with the police trying to explain what I was doing, and they did not know what an artwork for aesthetic purpose meant. I remember the policeman asking me from behind a big typewriter "How do you spell aesthetic?" but then I got scared around two o'clock at night because there was an anarchist who had been ‘suicided’ by the... from the window of the same office a couple of months before. So, even though I wanted to be very independent from my father I called him at two o'clock at night and said “listen, if you know any general or any official who could drag me out of here, it would be better”, because I was afraid. That was very scary.

Wow that's a great story, and this leads to your political installations, like the next--is it the next slide? Oh no this is the Turnovers. We'll go back and forth I guess. Yes this was the one I was thinking of.

Politics are inevitable and I think that even when you do something which is called abstract, standing for the autonomy of artistic thought and for invention is political. In this case, the images you see, it was Diego Cortez's early gallery in his apartment in the Lower East Side.

The late wonderful, great Diego Cortez!

A great entrepreneur and great artist. I've many works of his that at one point he had asked me to return to him because a collector wanted them. And they are in my warehouse in Hudson, but I cannot find them; they're mixed in the middle of things. I have a print we did together.
And now in this case, there was an alignment of leaders’ heads, from pacifists to leftist leaders, on the bottom of the wall. On the opposite wall, there were the removed eyes on strips, matching the slit left from their removal and above the strips there was a gentleman in a business suit watching two other gentlemen beating a third one. And his eye was dabbed with pink and I called this situation Pink Eye that hinted at pinko, which was what the sympathizers of Communism were accused of being during the McCarthy era. And, also, because pink eye is a disease of the eye, it's a name for conjunctivitis.
When people ask me what the meaning of a work is whether it is, quote unquote, “abstract” or whether it is more, quote unquote, pointedly “figurative” or seems to have explainable meanings, I normally refuse to explain, because I like art to have different explanations. I like the explanations to be generated by the spectators. The spectators become creative and creatively misunderstand or re-understand my art. Often I don't know what the meaning is myself (5).

But in some cases, like this particular work is, it's a historical piece, you know, not only within recent art history but you're dealing with historical events. So there for new generations is need of some sort of explanation of what it is. Like why did you choose the three figures that we see on the left?

Those three figures are among the leaders of the left, leftists, their eyes were removed and replaced across the wall from where they were aligned. Why, I will not explain. I do not know the exact meaning of this, there are millions of explanations available and I like everybody to contribute their own ideas, if they wish.

Yes, please ask questions: the audience should please write in some questions that they might have for Lucio. But I also wanted to talk about this installation because it's characteristic in a way of the kinds of unusual, unexpected installations that you've done over the years where you have these photos way at the bottom, only the poster is at eye level, but what is your modus operandi for doing such, I guess, eccentric installations?

I like to have tools that are flexible (6). In this case and as you will see in other works also that we see today or at least some of them, here I use a very simple tool, very simplistic tool: there is something which is located; there's something which is cut off and is relocated somewhere. So, this relocation can happen with paint applied on wood, it can happen with photographs and have different variations of meaning available. Relocation is one of these tools. In the Turnovers, you see a piece of plywood that has been painted on both sides, has been cut in two, and a part is turned over and relocated, applied on top of the original piece of wood. The two colors mix with vertical brushstrokes and horizontal brushstrokes rearranging themselves, that’s just by taste and by some kind of mathematical game I might play. The relocation is one of the things that I can rely on if I want to do something. And the something I want to do may come from the terms of circumstances in my mind or from how.... from a request from somebody or from a desire that the location might call for. Like, for instance, in the show that’s at Hal Bromm currently now, there was a white cabinet against the wall and there was a black cabinet. So, I analyzed the given, then called back the idea of relocation to make two painted sculptures that I hung on top of the wall behind the cabinets: I put the black on top of the white cabinet and the white above the black.

And we'll see them; we'll be looking at that in a moment.

See them later on.

Yes, I just wanted to point out this painting behind me it reminds me of a Turnover piece that has exploded from the top. You painted this in 1983 and it's called The Gush and I always admire this painting because it sort of represents this multi-faceted thing that you do. As we can see from these Turnover pieces, to the watercolors that you do at the same time, that you've always done throughout your career, like these. How do you, how do you reconcile those two endeavors?

It's inevitable (7) that I am myself as I challenge myself to all kinds of visual languages and it's inevitable that my time and my place seep into the works I do. I think one cannot be other than oneself. So, as I stretch myself, as I stretch the links between the different endeavors I engage in, all kinds of connections reveal themselves. Hopefully without my even knowing them. If you look carefully at the formats and the forms that I engage in you can see incredible connections. They become obvious if one spends time to look for them. They're not formulas, they're forms. And color relationships are often consistent. Colors are a choice that comes without my deciding. I don't pre-decide my colors. I try to always change my sense of colors but I'm resigned to the fact that I have a kind of range of colors that keeps popping out no matter what I do.

What are they?

I wouldn’t know how to name them.
In this case, there's a dualism which is: on top there's the blue sky and underneath all kinds of blobs that are arranged in formations that may be identified as bushes or grass or whatever. There are a couple of buildings in both these paintings.
I don't go beyond that. I don't explain much. I try to develop my sensibility as challenged by whatever theme I happen to be engaged in. The theme is given by my alternating one way of making art to another one, so that I keep on the edge all the time. Then I can never settle. I don't feel good if I am settled into a way that guarantees somehow my research or my exploration.

What about your environment? What about the place where you are in a specific moment?

Yes, that surely affects me. It surely affects me because it affects me as a site but also as a cultural site. But I don't enumerate the conditions by which my work develops, I don't have time. The situation, I mean, is its truth.

Do you remember where these were painted? Where this was painted?

In Sardinia, it's a seascape. The other ones you showed before were in the countryside somewhere.

And you're painting on site? You painted this on the beach. You were on the beach? These were not made from photographs?

No, I was sitting there, (8) and I had my watercolors and I tried to observe what I saw. But there's no way for all the universe of mine and everybody's history and imagination not to pour into the making of any work of art. There's no way. I'm not seeking original formulas, I'm seeking the single experience and the intrinsic value, the intensity, of every work. I feel that if I generalize too much or if I give myself themes that are too restrictive, I will lose the intensity and I am very keen on daring myself always to the utmost. To start making watercolors or making apparent still lives with flowers like the one behind me, was breaking very many taboos, was daring myself to go as far as I could into understanding painting and sensibility, and trying to reach for that which is unreachable which is the intensity.

Next Image.

So this is the dichotomy right here with your watercolors: the one on the left is of an intelligible landscape and on the right this is some sort of a unconscious quasi-Surrealist approach.

Surrealism (9) is inevitable, I think, for everybody. If you look at much contemporary art, Surrealism has affected us all without us knowing. I don't know how, like very many of the things I do, I don't know the outcome. I start with some images and then start painting and see what happens and the shapes transform themselves into one way or another and I'm as surprised at the end result as anyone who sees it for the first time. This scene here seems to be fairly erotic and science-fictionish and I see a kind of, a Malevich kind of black rectangle put in as a tail of the greenish being. But don't ask me how it happened and what I meant because I am a spectator while I paint.

Does it have to do with your mood at the time? Is it something about your psychic state where you're drawn to do an imaginary landscape and then this the imaginary interior, or trying to convey some sort of interior mindset?

More than conveying, I’m trying to read, to be witness to the state of mind. That's a very good question. The mood always affects me. There's no way for it not to, and I would like very much for the spectators, for whoever looks to be able to project their own mood, as a reflection of what I do, and not try to interpret what I meant but try to interpret what my work is causing in them.

And it's not exactly a dream image.
I often wonder about this. I have often spoken in the past with the [late] Brazilian artist Tunga about his inspiration that came from the hypnagogic state. You know, the state between consciousness and dream, the dream state before you fall asleep.

Yes, before I do anything - before I do a performance, before I get into inventing an installation, before I paint - I meditate and I put myself in an altered state. Then always, instead of counting myself back into reality, I stop the count-down and enter into the activity of whatever situation I'm in.

Wonderful. Shall we go to the next image? This is an aspect of your career which many people don't realize was very important: you were the publisher of New Observations magazine. And it was a platform for young writers, and also established writers and artists, too. Can you describe what your endeavor was here in the publishing world? And how you got there?

Sure. I've always been attracted by criticism, the critical outlook and at one point I was teaching in Princeton. I had been invited there by a recommendation of Jeremy Gilbert-Rolfe. Being in Princeton, I told Jeremy “There’s all kinds of printing devices here, why don't we publish a little ad hoc magazine while we are here?” And, a bit later, Jeremy told me that Rosalind Krauss and Annette Michaelson were thinking of leaving Artforum and maybe they could join us in this venture. So, somehow, I found myself unknowingly being the founder of October Magazine. We had various meetings and tried to understand how to incorporate it. But before it opened, I realized that the magazine was going to be a scholarly endeavor that I could not commit my full time to. Annette Michaelson named it October, and I designed the magazine with its big number and designed also the typography, and the Princeton student Charles White went on to define it, and defined it quite marvelously. I left the magazine because I felt it was too much for me to handle, but I could not resist the temptation of going on doing some publishing.
At the time my studio activity was very, very heavy, I was having shows everywhere in the mid 70s and I could not handle everything I wanted to do. But I did want to do something in publishing also, it's like the artist coming out of his or her ivory tower and doing collaborative work with other artists, or other writers, other creative people. My idea was to get something in a spontaneous manner, in a way that could not take too much time. One of the people who were working helping me in the studio, one of these people was Betsy Sussler, who after having worked with my studio started her own magazine called Bomb, and Betsy helped me in gathering other people to participate in what I called New Observations. New Observations was my answer to the more scholarly publications like October magazine. I called it Observations because it was the most banal title I could give it and New because everything has to be “new” in our world, as we know from our supermarkets. So it was a kind of ironic title, it had to do with observing and also having to be new, whatever that meant.

But you were able to get some very influential people involved, like here Maurice Berger. I think this issue is from 1984 or 1985, and then on the right, 1989. So, you were able to bring on board a lot of, you know, influential writers and critics.

As with my art there was panic and excitement and improvisation. I would meet someone who seemed to be an interesting person or with whom I would have an interesting conversation and would ask them to produce a magazine as fast as they could, in order not to have too much self-consciousness seep into it. I would give them two weeks and often many of them would panic. My idea was that anyone who knows anyone else shares in an ideology and an aesthetic and a way of thinking that is inevitable. And I felt that by pressuring people to work fast, they would catch and I would catch a moment, a passing moment in the culture that I was part of in New York and the States and also internationally. So, without my even knowing, people invited artists who then revealed themselves or writers who revealed themselves as being extremely influential, but often I did not know them myself. Like here, you see some names, like Herbert Muschamp whom I had never met before; Sherrie Levine I had never met. I met them after, and this was very much part of my way of seeing art. I want art and art culture to somehow come down from the pedestal. I like it to be a living event, both for me and the artists, for the writers, and especially for the spectators and the readers. I don't like to impose what we do on people, I like it to be a bridge for all kinds of different interpretations, and I call them creative misunderstandings because the spectator now has achieved an autonomy which he or she never had before in the history of art. I want to cultivate this, and I started already then in the 70s, already actually in the 60s, I started cultivating an understanding of what this could mean. Of course, it was like walking in fog and not knowing exactly what would come. The results have been, so far, the good seeds for what I'm doing and possibly what other people might like to do also.

Great that's wonderful! Let's go to the next image. So, here..

…we have another Relocation. This was at the Hal Bromm Gallery, it was called Helmsman's Fear. The senator Jesse Helms, whom you see in this photograph with his eyes removed, was particularly angry about shows of Robert Mapplethorpe and what was his name... The Chilean photographer who showed at Paula Cooper he showed... Serrano? Andres Serrano. So, I, again with ambiguity, I answered his polemics by making this piece in which his portrait had the eyes removed. The eyes originally were in front of the genitals of models standing in a David of Michelangelo pose and like the David of Michelangelo had the genitals in view, and the genitals were framed by the helm and the removed eyes of the senator were placed behind the big red slab, that was hanging from the ceiling. (10)
Another mechanism that acted here besides removal and relocation was the four colors, the four primary colors that I like to use, yellow, green, and blue, and red, and which help me to do all kinds of situations in one way or another.

What was the reaction to this exhibition?

Well, many people saw the exhibition. The New York Times wrote a review of three lines saying I was making fun of senator Helms but my friend the painter Frank Moore took one of the parts of the diptych and exhibited it in a group show at Lincoln Center. I was traveling in Europe at the time, and when I came back I saw my piece reproduced full page in the Village Voice with the title "Censorship at Lincoln Center". Somehow there had been a meeting of some kind of religious group and some janitor thought it would be better to shroud with a black canvas the genitals of the photograph of the model. So that was one of the reactions.

Wow! That's extreme. Should we go to the next? These were among your first very large scale paintings at the time. They're mural size aren't they?


You were incorporating some of your earlier works in these compositions. Can you talk about these a little?

Exactly. This is my way of having everything intersect. My work is like a network of strands, logical and visual strands that keep intersecting. And by zooming in and out of different imaginary realities, they can reappear and disappear and be transformed. In this case, in the panel on the right you can see a quotation, a quote, of my Level Group diptychs with vertical and horizontal brush strokes, that are installed, normally, on an empty wall. In this case they float like two rectangles in an imaginary scene full of potential symbolism and representations, but again I let everyone interpret as they wish. On the left side you see a kind of elk that supports a geometric figure like a kite in a cloud and then you see migration images, soldiers from a Napoleonic war, and don't ask me why I would use this imagery because I probably picked them at random from illustrations or memories. I see that in both of these paintings there are soldiers: there is a soldier on the lower left of the painting on the right that has a helmet like World War II, and on the panel on the left there's soldiers that look like Napoleonic soldiers. But then all kinds of other scenes happen. And, again, I prompted my imagination to produce whatever it liked, and trying not to know ahead of time what I would represent, but trying to have the act of painting and the mood and the intellect generate the images.

Weren't these the culminating works in a museum retrospective you had inwas it in Bielefeld, in Germany?

Yes! They were there. They were also in another retrospective I had in Detroit at the Museum of New Art in the 90s. And it was interesting that a young man came to me, to my one-man retrospective, and asked me how did I feel exhibiting with all these other artists!

Well, that's a compliment for you isn't it?

I said thank you! He was very bashful about it. I said no, no it's very regular you would think that because the art world has conditioned you to think that way. But I am an artist - and I'm not the only one - who has tried to come out from that way of thinking of art in terms of formulas. I think of art in terms of languages that expand and intersect, or like a big keyboard, like a keyboard you can play two notes on sometimes and very many other notes on other times. And, so, he left the conversation more reassured.

And different songs too, different tunes. (11)

But these works have a kind of retrospective feel to them. Were you consciously, you know, putting together everything that led up to this in your career?

Yes, the Bielefeld retrospective had 400 works, very big works and very small works and I also did a performance there. It had from small to big, from more quote-unquote ”abstract” to more quote-unquote “figurative”, and it had the whole array. When, after the retrospective, which was particularly well received in Germany, it was in a Philip Johnson building and my show occupied it all, the works came back I told John Weber why could we not arrange an exhibition of the same kind, maybe with not 400 works, maybe less works, in New York? So, he gathered Susan Caldwell and Leo Castelli galleries and himself to exhibit a very diversified exhibition of my work. The reaction in New York was particularly negative. People thought that John Weber and I had lost our mind, and Leo Castelli also and Susan Caldwell, of course.

What was your relationship to the Transavantgarde movement in Italy at this time?

By the time I came to New York in 1961, no 1962, sorry, I was trying to leave Italy and its historicism behind, for it not to condition me too much. Even though there's no way anyone can forget one's past. In my background, I had both the Baroque paintings that I saw in the churches I was made to frequent, and also the avant-garde. And by living in Rome, I'd been in touch with whatever was happening in many fields. Kounellis was an acquaintance and, as I told you, I visited Twombly. But, from the very beginning, I must say, I began to develop a kind of distance from the concept of avant-garde. (12)
I somehow distanced myself from any formula, any labeling. And when I was labeled a conceptual painter, I did not like it. When I was labeled an avant-garde artist, I did not like it. I think that our times have gone far beyond such Manichaean distinctions and we're not realizing how far beyond that we are. I see young artists are intuitively understanding this much more than my generation.

Why do you think that's the case?

I don't know, maybe they're just fed up with formulas, or maybe they're--some of them--fed up with having to produce a reliable product that's recognizable. But very many younger artists I see all over the world don't give a damn about classifications anymore, and that I'm really happy with. I suffered through the difficulties of getting rid of, of divesting from the strictures I inherited; but they seem to be doing it naturally. They hop from making cybernetic, digital art, to making paintings painted by hand, and sometimes they do theater, they do pantomimes, sometimes they do this painting or that painting, and I'm elated by this! Even though I don't always like what they do, I'm elated by the methodology that they follow, instinctively, probably.

You were far ahead of your time.

Well I didn't try to, but I know that the straight jacket of my times, I could not fit in. And, so, in order to survive I've tried other ways.

Hal: Lucio at one point you told me that a critic said to you, I believe it was a critic, said to you: why don't you find a style? Do you remember that?

Oh many of them have told me that. And many have told me “You need to develop name recognition or product recognition or both”. So, I answered that in 1975 with a kind of absurdist panel on paper which I called "Oh God Make Me Find a Style" which is an echo of Janice Joplin's "Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes-Benz." That was my answer. The panel continued with ‘I can't find a style, how can I find a style’. Whatever. You know, the style is a capitalist invention. It started around the 15th century and has lasted ‘til now. I do have enormous respect for artists who want to concentrate on one single small realm which in their hands becomes enormous, (13) but I don't want to be dismissed for not having a style, because I do have a style. When people begin to look at my work more and more they recognize the inevitability of my personal calligraphy and my eye and my taste. There's nothing I can do about it. We cannot avoid it.

Can we look at more work?

Yes, let's look at work.

Oh what about these? These are called Rag Rug paintings that you're doing today, you're continuing these now. What is this process?

It started with me not wanting to throw paint away. They are a kind of mosaic alignments, palette knife-applied oil paint alignments, and I improvise. As always, I don't know what the end result will be, but somehow I do manage to give myself a more restrictive theme. Like in these: there was a reddish motif in the painting on the left and a whitish motif on the one at right. I call them Rag Rug paintings because they started by my using leftover paint from paint that had been mixed for other paintings. For instance, when I was doing the one behind me, I also did a Rag Rug painting with its paint. Instead of throwing it away I applied it on a small canvas, which is somewhere, I don't know where it is now, maybe it's not finished even. The Rag Rug paintings have become a technique that allows me to make all kinds of inventions in different ways, and you find motifs in them that return in other paintings as well.

How much of these are improvised? Do you start out with a plan or...?

These are big ones. The only plans I had in these was to try to have a background of dark washes (a reviewer once called it a Rothko-ish background) and then to apply on top of it the rectangular fields of mixed paint alignments. In this case below for instance, bluish mixed paint. I improvise completely, every alignment, every line is improvised. I never know exactly how it will go, and I play around, and there's always panic and excitement at the end. In this case, though, you see those greenish bars that are horizontal, there are four greenish bars, for them, the canvas was taped ahead of my doing the alignments over the ground. The tapes were removed only at the end, after I’d done the whole field with blue, and I decided what color to put in and I did these other alignments of greenish paint. Sometimes, I take the palette knife instead and fill a gap with flat paint. It's never planned and I never know exactly how it will end, and I never know if what I did was quote unquote “right” or “wrong”, because those are dimensions that maybe are obsolete. I think that I in my painting and many painters in theirs never know exactly when something is finished, and never know exactly what it might mean. I never know exactly if I did right or wrong, but once it's it's done, it's done!

Well, I think Larry Poons told me once that the art of painting is knowing when to stop. And when do you know that this composition is finished?

Yes, that's very correct. It's my problem-- I never know when to stop.

But this has a very deliberate - can we look at a couple more of these? Because the compositions seem very tight and very deliberate . . .Aren't there ones you showed in Hudson recently coming up? Oh they're gone. Oh this one, other images, more images. So in this one, how much is improvised and how much was calculated? And when did you know this was finished?

I did not know. I really torture myself. Something very funny happens: often visitors come to my studio when I have started a painting. I start with a wash of some paint. Like Picasso, I think of every painting as being finished from the first brush stroke onwards. So, many times visitors tell me “stop!”. Occasionally a visitor tells me I must push it further. But I never know, I never know. In this case, I put the pink and the black squares first, and then I started following around and see what happens. I never knew what would happen and I do really sincerely suffer this. I'm not joking, it's - uh sometimes I don't sleep at night wondering whether I should add something or not. And when I... sometimes I even mix paint to add something, and then like a glass wall is erected in front of me and I cannot approach the painting anymore and add anything.
But there was a painting that was even reproduced in Artforum about a show I did at the Julian Pretto Gallery many, many years ago, it must have been in the 90s. There are four gigantic panels in a quadriptych: one red, one blue, one yellow, one green. For the blue one I had specified to myself I would put a black square in it. The square had been outlined by tape leaving the white priming to be filled but I showed it instead with the white square unfilled because I was not able to make myself put the black in. It was exhibited many times. Then, when this quadriptych came back to the studio in the middle of the 2000s from an exhibition, I told myself that actually the black square should be there. So, I added the black square and now the painting is not what it was reproduced as. It is historically reproduced with a white square instead it has a black square. And I don't know if I did the right thing. I don't know if it is interesting. (14)

Well, if it's right for you that's the answer.


and shall we look at some more installation works coming up. Just briefly talk about Kingdom?

This was at the center called CR-10 in Hudson, New York. It's a gigantic space, and the space generated the idea.

I worked with Judy Pfaff on a show there but (I don't know how) I missed this show of yours. Was there a performance with this exhibition?

Yes, I did, during the exhibition, in another room of the center, I did a performance in which I spoke an imaginary language called 'Patchameena,' which is the name that my autistic brother had given to our playful language while we were playing as kids. (15) 'Patchameena' is nonsensical gibberish, but it indicates that the meaning in art is always escaping between the two extremes of sense and nonsense. So, in this case there was upstairs this installation that was maybe more sensical, and downstairs I did a nonsensical talk accompanied by wonderful music played by Brian Dewan a friend of the director of that space, the artist Francine McGivern. And I alternated something that had apparent meaning with something appearing to have no meaning, a gibberish language. [Lucio speaking Patchameena]

Oh. I understood that perfectly! And so this is a mural that you did where you hung a work on top of another. That's a painting in black on white, and the yellow and black is a Rag Rug painting, correct?

It's not a Rag Rug, it's a Dif raction painting. In this group of paintings, there's a background painted in vinylic tempera which is matte, and over it, the paint is acrylic which is more shiny. Two acrylic color fields are applied one after the other, and they meet at a dividing seam, like the paintings that are now at Hal Bromm's, and the images in them don't match. In this case, I had painted in black paint this big, gigantic canvas diptych for a temporary exhibition. It was going to be held in the studio of a friend of mine the late Alain Kirili, and I put a nail in the painting and hung the small diffraction painting on it. So the painting was black and white, and the diffraction painting has color and they all reflect one another in some awkward way. Whatever way you want.

It's got a very eccentric elegance to it, I would say.

If you look at the left panel and the right panel of the black and white painting you see that they continue without matching, so, for instance, you can see an especially geometric shape that starts in white on the left and then ends in black in the right panel. And the same mismatching happens in the little painting with the brown on top that has some negative lines that don't meet the negative line in the gray on the bottom.

Wonderful! And then next is your...this is Mantua?

I had a very big show in Mantua two years ago in the museum called Palazzo Ducale, which is the palace of the duke. The curator accepted my hanging one of my Scatter paintings, which are big acrylic paintings, together with the baroque 17th century paintings in a room. Another room had 8 seven-yard long scrolls of black and white paintings, like the diptych we just saw, hanging on the tensor bars crossing the ceiling of a giant room filled with other paintings from the 17th century. In this case, this painting matched the agitation of the classical 17th century Italian and European paintings. I don't know who those paintings are by but they are part of the Baroque movement. And without my knowing, somehow I think I have...I've found myself flowing, not only in the surrealist or whatever you want to call it abstract or realistic manners, but also something seems to have been coming together with an echo of Baroqueness, which pleases me very much in my desire to open up my culture, and possibly our culture, in all directions.

So, this painting, though, was not, you were not corresponding with Baroque Art. This is your composition. It was completely by chance?

Yes, my composition was developed within the terms of a group of works that I'm still doing called Scatter paintings. They’re acrylics. Thickly applied palette-knifed acrylics on top of loose backgrounds. And when the big exhibition at Palazzo Ducale was offered, I felt it was interesting to place this painting together with paintings that had such difference from the past. And, yet somehow, were connected to it formally.

Well because of the arms, the black forms look like arms or something.

I would say the agitation. If you look at the zigzagging of shapes, I feel there's some echo...The movement. An unintentional echo.

Definitely, yes. The next please.

These are in the exhibition? The current Hal Bromm exhibition?

They're in this exhibition now at Hal Bromm's. And if you look carefully, you see there is a vertical seam in one and a horizontal in the other at which the left or right or upper or lower side don't match. There's a division there, there's a crowding of shapes of all kinds and they meet without meeting on these seams. I painted one half first and then the other half to respond to it.

Is there a specific placement of that division?

No. I start by feeling the horizontal and the vertical divisions. Somehow they act like translation mechanisms. They are a link that allows speaking in different languages. It is a process similar to speaking different languages all my life.

Are you channeling Hieronymus Bosch in this, these compositions?

Oh Bosch, yes! Bosch is inevitably an echo for me, always. Bosch and Bruegel and surrealism are an echo. (16) They pop out without my even wanting. I don't intend it, but I let the influences in. I think there's no art that's not influenced by something. So, I let influences seep in without my wanting, without my choosing to. You can look everywhere, you can see also Bosch here, Hieronymus Bosch. You can see Malevich, you can see all the people I love, they come in. There's Donald Judd somewhere, whom I don't particularly love but he pops in also without my wanting.

I'm seeing those creatures they're...the density of their... it's all very compressed, the composition is compressed.

Yes, it's a filling-in in this case, it's crowding in, it’s the counterpart of emptying out.


Maximalism, call it maximalism, but consider that at the same time, almost the same period, I did also the black relocation and the white relocation, that are shown in this same show. Here they are. They were done at the same time. In order to relieve myself from the crowding, I also uncrowded myself a little bit. And that gave me energy to crowd again in some next thing.

Are these meditations on architecture?

The relocations, when they happen this way, become architectural. I had an experience studying, attempting to study architecture when I was in Rome, before coming to the States, and that influenced me radically. I conceive of every picture, every painting, every situation I build as being architectural. Even those crowded things, the paint of the background goes around the edge of the stretcher, and I always think that the painting is not a painting on the wall, but is the wall activated by the painting regardless what's on it.

That's a wonderful statement, Is that the, is this the next ,the next image?

The tondos.

These were made at the same time as the other more complex paintings.

It's two small tondos I found in the studio, prepared long ago, before I had the traumatic move from New York because I couldn't afford staying there anymore. So, I have all kinds of canvases that are ready to be painted and they're wonderful occasions to rediscover them, regardless of what the intentional preparation of them might have been. And these are two cases in which that happened.

And then finally, is there one more slide of the Level Group?

These are the original, these are even before the Level Group. These are, I call them A/Z . I showed them first, my first show at John Weber Gallery, called Paint Works. (17) There were two diptychs. In each, on one panel a horizontal pencil line resulted from removing wet acrylic paint spread with vertical brushstrokes before it dried, and on the second panel horizontal brushstrokes had a vertical removal by pencil of the acrylic before it dried. That dualism, vertical horizontal, keeps reproducing itself, keeps giving me occasions for doing whatever I feel like doing, whatever comes necessary.
Some works are caused sometimes because of a spiral return of my ideas but sometimes also as prompted by others. I published in Bomb magazine once a diagram which was like a McDonald's menu, in which I asked people to order paintings. And they would tell me what kind of size, what kind of imagery they wanted. If it had to be full or empty, thick or thin, and what colors they might want. Because the sensibility of the painting, the aesthetic and theoretical decisions, seep themselves through the activity of the artist, far beyond his or her intentions. I was elated when I read in the first chapter of Erwin Panofsky book Meaning in the Visual Arts, a very important parenthesis, he says "the symbolic value of the artwork almost never corresponds to the artist's intention".


Hal: One question early on was who were your mentors and teachers?

My one mentor and teacher was my stepfather Michael Noble. He taught me very many things and then I started going to studios of artists that interested me, begging for technical and also aesthetic information. Very many, I don't know who to name. Maybe I chose my examples. I have a high school degree which I achieved only because my father recommended me through a friend to the commission that was going to give me the diploma, and then I was never able to study but I read very much about theater. When, later on, I found myself being the sole professor of Contemporary and Modern Art and Architecture at Cooper Union, I had to stop painting because I had to learn what I was going to teach. I read a lot but the books I needed were not available at the Cooper Union library at the time. I found them in the Wittenborn bookstore on Madison Avenue which was mentored by Robert Motherwell. I found there all the books that I learned everything I know from. So for two years, I taught history of architecture and modern art in Cooper Union. I had to stop making art or at least reduce making art to the utmost and I studied very much. In a certain way, I learned my trade there.

Hal: Another question is: Lucio's visual language is unlimited, might he say something about the variety of mediums, forms, and approaches he has used.

Yes, well, the project, I did set a project for myself. The way that I have, that I've lived in it has grown into me without even intending it too pedantically, the way that it has grown into me has no end. There's no conclusion. One thing I discovered recently, really two three years ago only, was that the modernists, the modernist artists in the avant-garde movement in Europe and America, were all trying to do something that the market is still trying to do: to conclude, to find final solutions. And I realized that their enemies, the regimes of the Communist and Fascist all tried to find final solutions. So when people try to have me conclude, to pin me down into a final solution, I immediately get terrified of this disease of modernity coming back into me, or in discourse. I'm terrified of them trying to lock me in like the modernists and all the evil political movements have tried to do, and the discriminatory movements of any kind, even now. So I beg them to not try to pin me down; not try to close me in anything. I'm an open event, like many others I will never conclude what I'm doing. My art, my artworks come from all kinds of influences that are all very healthy because they are discourse with the past, and the present also, influences are welcome and you cannot, I cannot pin myself down in any intention or any conclusion because I really want not to know. As I wrote in a letter published in Artforum in the 80s, a letter addressed to an art dealer called Peder Bonnier, "I want not to know what I want."

That's beautiful Lucio. Thank you! That seems an appropriate way to close, don't you think so Hal?

Hal: Absolutely. Thank you both very much, it's been a wonderful conversation and we're getting a lot of people on the chat saying how much they've enjoyed it, which is terrific.

Oh great. I have too Lucio! Thank you for your generosity and for sharing your thoughts with us today!

But I'm the one who thanks for being prompted in all this and of course I'm going to go have dinner now because it's dinner time, wondering how badly I've expressed myself and all the things I've missed out, but thank you for prompting me!

It was brilliant, brilliant! Grazie!

Hal: Thank you all for joining us today and this evening and uh we'll see you next time! ciao!


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Galleria dell’Ariete, owned by Beatrice Monti, was one of the probing galleries in Europe. Besides exhibiting New Yorkers Robert Rauschenberg and Susaku Arakawa, and other Americans like Jim Dine, Jasper Johns, Kenneth Noland, Cy Twombly, it also presented a strong group of international Italians, like Lucio Fontana, Piero Dorazio, Enrico Castellani, Giulio Paolini.


I was exhibiting monochrome red paintings of different shapes placed on the walls in various manners, and I thought actions representing diverse levels of interaction with the viewers could complement them. One was Shootout #1, which was interrupted by the police. Having lost because of that the loan of the storefront I was using next to the gallery, I continued in the gallery’s courtyard. There was Questionnaire (visitors would fill forms about Art, Love, Politics, Nature), Painting to Order (having set up a kind of pantry of ingredients on a table, for eight hours I painted only in red on small papers fulfilling orders written by visitors on a supplied order form), Pools of Water (four inverted plastic skylights filled with water tinted in Red dye) which never was made.


Joan Jonas and Simone Forti came to see Paperswim at DIA.


In Milan and at Tyler visitors came in and out and found a giant pile of paper tapering down towards them, like a dune ending in a beach at the water. When I see a child approaching the edge, I crawl within reach of her feet and design a mark just for her, which normally pleases her very much.
We artists are often worried about our art’s accessibility. Sometimes I fear I might be too hermetic and elitist, but while I was performing at Tyler suddenly the lights became very strong and from under my paper I wondered what was happening. TV had rushed to see and I found myself on prime time news.
At DIA in 1991, they set up three rows of descending stadium benches that viewers returned to when they wished.


I wish a study in depth could be undergone of Pink Eye.
It’s a piece dense with references to the history of art and to history. There are innumerable possible interpretations of it, not all pleasant ones, and a viewer could unleash its imagination in developing from it so many narratives.
The photo-portraits of pacifist and leftist leaders of the XXth Century, mounted on board, are aligned at ankle height at the bottom of a wall. There is nothing secretive about them as each face is historically iconic.
From left, Salvador Allende, Patrice Lumumba, Che Guevara, Vladimir Lenin, Mohandas ‘Mahatma’ Gandhi, Fidel Castro, Karl Marx, Franz Fanon, Mao Tse Tung, Rosa Luxemburg, Fred Hampton, Antonio Gramsci.
Many of them were assassinated. Their removed eyes were attached on the opposite wall at exactly the same height and position of the slits left in the portraits from their removal. A black and white photographic poster was affixed at normal picture height to the wall above the line of eyes. A man in a suit, his right hand in the pocket as if he were peacefully watching a performance, is observing two men in camouflage attire beating another man with night sticks, and we, the spectators, are walking by, secure in our spectatorial protected distance in our detached art context.
I don’t say where and when the scene in the poster is happening because, as presented, the scene is not anchored to a specific event but is representative of life as it continues to happen everywhere. I am always torn by the temptation to tell where this happened but feel that doing so would reduce the power of an image that applies to so many events in our time. Revealing what it was would trivialize the piece to the chronicle level of historicized reports, which, we well know, removes them from our suffering by reducing them into merely consumable goods. Haven’t you noticed how once you learn about some horror happening here or there, your anxiety and compassion get quelled by it being immediately packaged away from you in the form of News that you received and are quickly substituted by other news good or bad?
Why leaders of peace and revolution? Why eyes looking at their roots and not at us viewers or at the scene above them? And there is so much more about it.
As for instruments, in this case I applied the mechanisms of removal and relocation, serial arrangement.
At that time I often bought images and the right to use them for art, paying very little money, from the monumental United Press shelves in their storage in Midtown Manhattan.


In order to have my works linked not by the kind of pre-decided formulas that people call recognizable style, I have extracted from the practice of painting a few technical, simplistic, obvious, devices that I can call upon, often but not always, in structuring a situation, be it a painting on canvas or wood, a set of photographs or a construction. I call these devices “Translation Mechanisms”. To mention a few: Removal Relocation, Four Basic Colors, Serial Arrangement, Dualism, Front Back, Up Down, Force of Gravity.
The Mechanisms are instruments. They act as frameworks that can sustain innumerable emotions and themes.
When placing my art I consider all the circumstances of where I am operating in. The conventional eye-level presentation is only one of the options. This consideration of totality derives from my interest in architecture and reading about Erwin Piscator’s concept of Total Theatre in the 20’s and the Bauhaus esthetics of integration - already foreshadowed by the Contructivists and Futurists - which later in New York generated the Site Specific movement I was a practitioner of, starting with my several shows at PS1.


Here you hit at a core point of my venture. I have no interest in reconciling anything. Under the veneer of mass society ours is truly an atomized society and I myself, after trying to contain my life in a coherent territory, have discovered that doing so would be hypocritical. Socially we may dialogue with one another and find some way of coexistence, but inside our self, I feel it’s most creative to suffer and enjoy the natural split of our thoughts and emotions. Given that there is no agreement anymore about the aims of art, I prefer an explosion of diverse strands rather than their reconciliation. To reconcile sounds to my ear equivalent to homogenization, regulation, least common denominator, solution.
In 1992 Mac Chambers, director of the Grace Borgenicht Gallery in New York, co-curated with me an exhibition I had been keen on doing: Concurrencies. Wondering whether I was as alone, as I had been told, in my feeling restricted by modernist marketing canons, I had discovered that in October 1921 Picasso had painted – note: during the same month – Three Musicians and Three Women at the Spring, two paintings that were at opposite poles from one another in style and manner. From there, I started seeking other events of the same kind and found there actually is a whole line of artists who within a narrow gap of time or during their whole lifetime produce radically diverse artworks concurrently. The Borgenicht Gallery, being a powerful institution, could borrow major works. The show included young and old, contemporary and past: Ellsworth Kelly, Annette Lemieux, Saint Clair Cemin, Gerhard Richter, Papo Colo, Konstantin Vialov, Donna Moylan, William Anastasi, Dove Bradshaw, Louise Bourgeois, Lucio Pozzi, Pablo Picasso, Robert Storr, Connie Beckley, William Wegman, Scott Grodesky, Michail Larionov, Dorothea Tanning, Man Ray, Cindy Tower, Lucas Samaras, Ursula Hödel, Piet Mondrian, Sherrie Levine (doing a Mondrian), each with two works done within a short period. Mac had included Robert Storr, best known as curator and critic, with one of his paintings and a book of his. Attached to the catalogue was a list of many more artists. The trend of concurrent art has a long tradition, ignored by the short-cycle market.


This question about whether I paint some landscapes sitting there in person raises the issue of the difference between site-specificity when depiction happens by immersion of the artist in a place (in my case it’s also an act of nostalgia for ancient ways: foldable stool, carry-on palette, wide-rimmed hat to cut glare etc) and the site-specificity of art placed in a site like a sponge (a definition by Royden Rabinowich when we shared a show at John Weber) absorbing and reflecting what is already there.
When I did the 10 Color Combinations in the PS1 inaugural show (1976 ), I was referencing that connection not only in terms of mimesis but also in terms of there literally being a horizon.


This watercolor was occasioned by my seeing some Jan Breughel the Younger paintings that include extremely detailed depictions of flowers. My mental context was thus very different from the on-site paintings.


Here is a more detailed description of Helmsman’s Fear. This piece is one rare example of a situation in which the subject is a bit more explicit.
The gallery’s floor has a symmetrical design of Venetian Terrazzo mosaic and its main wall is accordingly divided in two by a door to the office. Taking a clue from the premises, I divided my artwork in two parts (mindful that this was corresponding to Dualism, one of my generic Translation Mechanisms). Both parts of the installation had the same structure but differed slightly in some details.
A large 12-foot high rectangle of cobalt blue was painted on either side of the central door. On each of the two blues was loosely affixed the 10ft black/white photomural paper of an enlargement of the frontal nude portrait of a male model in a pose reminiscent of the David by Michelangelo. The models were two different men, one of a slightly more Caucasian descent and one of slightly more African descent. The photograph, shot by me in my studio, did not show their faces, in order to avoid any anecdotal connotation.
The genital area was framed by a wooden helm the rungs of which had been removed. Each of the six handles of the helm had the tip dabbed in pink shiny paint.
Hanging at a slight incline over a black antislip strip on the floor to keep them fixed in position, held by yellow ropes from the ceiling in the middle of the room each in front of one of the nudes, were two 12’ by 4’ plywood slabs. They were left raw but carefully sanded and painted with three coats of shiny red enamel. Nowadays I think it’s almost impossible to find plywood of that size in normal lumberyards.
At the same level as the genitals of the models, facing them, I glued a blinded portrait of Sen. Helms. On one slab the portrait had an empty zone where the eyes had been, on the other just a slit. Behind each slab, on the back wall, a small rectangle of the same cobalt blue framed the relocated rungs painted in green, almost like a kind of ritualistic symbol, and below them the strip of the relocated eyes. The Mechanisms here were the four colors + black/white + force of gravity + relocation.
An intriguing footnote: the workers at the lab that normally printed my large photo-posters refused to print these nudes. The manager found that indeed their union contract stated that they can refuse to print frontal images of male (not female) nudes. They allow only ¾ or side views. She printed them for me personally on a weekend and we joked about the risk the workers could incur in when developing a side view of the male organ if perchance it isn’t in complete repose.


It’s important at this point to remind us that the goal of my approach to art is to capture in every single, small or large detail or whole, the key to an emotional pulse and to a leap of thought into dimensions that are unknown to me. We are indeed here talking of the talkable but what can be described is not the aim of the art, it’s only the instrument. Through matters that can be described I endlessly strive for the powerful indescribable force that is hidden inside the making and viewing of art.


One day I was exiting the DIA Foundation’s Walter de Maria Broken Kilometer room on West Broadway with my adolescent son and I found myself surrounded by a group of younger artists from Italy who had recognized me. There was Mimmo Paladino and others. Then or shortly after I met Sandro Chia and Francesco Clemente, later on Enzo Cucchi. Sandro and Francesco came to my studio a couple of times. At a party Achille Bonito Oliva suggested I join the group. As always, I preferred to avoid any group association. At that same party Julian Schnabel invited me to his studio but I felt the invitation to be so very professional PR that I declined. There were other connections: I had been exhibiting with Gianenzo Sperone in Italy and some magazines I occasionally wrote for followed their works as well.


By the same token I am sorry for those who sacrifice their creative impulses censuring whole waves of invention in order to comply with the rigidities of Consumer Fundamentalism.


Having worked with water-based paints for years I was wary of oil paint. Since the 70’s I had continued a conversation with Orin Reilly, the conservator of the Guggenheim Museum. He was a very generous person and would spend long time in telephonic exchanges with me. He told me how to mix oil paint. To exorcize my fear, for these four paintings, Castles in the Air, 1978, I planned to insert a simple design of geometric lines produced by sticking masking tape on the white-primed surface and then cover the whole area with paint applied by a wide industrial brush as if I had asked a passer-by in the street to fill it regardless of his/her knowing anything about painting. After painting the colors, the removal of the tapes left white geometric tracings.
For the blue panel I had planned to time my covering the large canvas with the wide industrial brush. Then I was to fill a square left empty by masking it out in the negative, white priming showing through, with black paint applied with a small fine arts brush, timing it to take the same amount of minutes as used filling the whole canvas with the blue.
When the piece was exhibited I liked the blue panel with just a white square in it and left it so. It was exhibited again a couple of times. The last time was when the curator Amy Baker had it installed in a corporate lobby committed to the presentation of relevant art.
When the canvases returned to my studio, 20 years after having first been exhibited, I decided that my original plan was what I preferred and filled the square with black, slowly painted by a small brush. The importance of not knowing is stressed in Zen and even more practically in Shiatsu, when it is suggested that one empties one’s mind completely before engaging in any endeavor. I push my not knowing even further by cultivating doubt and indecision as sources of creative energy.


I have given whole lectures speaking Patchameena. It is for me a homage to my brother, who was an extraordinary person and at the same time it acts like a bracketing echo of how in the silent art of painting, sense and nonsense both escape definition. The attempts to lock visual art into a describable subject matter always fail as futile bureaucratic wishful thinking. Of course these attempts are currently most fashionable in artistic discourse.
But what was Kingdom, the big installation upstairs at CR10 ? It consisted in long paper scrolls onto which I printed photographs of portraits of Wilhelm Reich (the German word Reich translates as Kingdom in English), of vegetables the shape of which are sex-analogous and of Police from various countries in anti-riot attire. The scrolls were all assembled near one another facing the entrance, all placed towards the far end of the hall. I then scattered clusters of discarded common furniture painted in the four colors elsewhere in the room.
The scrolls hung from the ceiling and upon reaching the floor extended onto it for a couple of yards. A few touches of paint were added and small four-color fiberglass casts of decorative fragments were sparsely strewn on the floor extensions.
Reich was an Austrian psychoanalyst follower of Freud whose insistence that orgasm was a key to inner and social well being caused him great persecution. He was banned by the Freudian Society of psychoanalysis and then kicked out by the Communist Party. Being Jewish he came to the US seeking freedom when the Nazis took power in Austria. In the US he was harassed by the puritan authorities, was jailed with a pretext and died in jail in 1957.


It may be good to remind ourselves that distorted grotesque imagery is endemic to art of all ages and all cultures before and after Bosch. The XVIth Century French definition ‘grotesque’ in art came from the idea that in dark grottos, especially the artificial garden caves, the rock formations may appear like dreamlike often frightening images.
Most recently it appears wholesale in videogames, science-fiction and horror films, posters and other media paraphernalia. I am interested in how distortions happen while I paint or how memories of distorted features come to my mind whether I seek them or not.
Like in everything I do, I don’t care much to be original in this because originality as we intend it is merely a marketing device. I know that whatever I do always has some origin somewhere, so I don’t worry about it. I can’t submit my thought and emotion to clearing the copyright of imagery before letting it surface in my doing. Nor do I pettily shout “I did it first!” the many times a manner or an idea I have practiced is picked up by another artist and rewardingly continued.


My first exhibition happened in two sections. The first was titled Part One: Paint Works and the second Part Two: Photo Works.
The diptychs were facing each other across the room, like mirrors.

Machunas a performance oratorio in four colors (1997-2003), 150’
Created in collaboration with Frank J. Oteri

Around 1995 I started looking for a composer who would construct with me my ultimate performance: a singing opera. After a long search I had come upon the theme of George Maciunas’ life during a lunch with the writer Anthony Haden Guest. George Maciunas, was an architect, artist, activist and founder of the Fluxus art movement, the last avant-garde utopia of the modern era.

I then spent a couple of years researching details, interviewing acquaintances like the artist Nam June Paik, Maciunas’ sister and others who knew him. The artist and scholar Jon Hendricks was especially helpful. I decided to misspell the protagonist’s name due to phonetic considerations and the desire to separate this story from any accurate description of his life.

Building the piece, it became clear that the story of MACHUNAS is an emblem of the end of twentieth century culture, in all its tragedy, irony, delusions, romance and immense vitality.

The structure was set to become a part of the puzzle of my art, which is often gauged around painting’s basic colors. The acts would not be numbered but identified by Yellow, Green, Red, Blue.

I needed someone who would like to write the libretto with me and create the score based on my outline of the story. I especially wanted the composer to also accept my input for mood, tone, melody, rhythm. 

The music was to avoid the formulas of XXth Century sound while also including their influence.  I needed a solid theoretical structure with no fear of touching upon sentimental echoes as well.

Luck had it that in Frank J. Oteri I found not only a musical mind but also a wordsmith. Oteri then structured the whole concept around a numerical set of symmetries into which the story was woven through a long and detailed collaboration. The music became a complex adventure reaching beyond my highest wishes.

Lucio Pozzi

The four parts, Yellow, Green, Red, Blue, are marked by specific moments of Maciunas’ life. The four acts of MACHUNAS are divided each into 9 episodes.

MACHUNAS begins in Yellow, narrating the days of a young child in the old Lithuania that’s about to be extinguished by the Nazis and Soviets and transitions into Green through the story of a teenager strangely out of place and time in an American-controlled refugee camp in Germany at the end of World War II. In Red, Machunas emerges as a revolutionary crusader protesting the Vietnam War, founding Fluxus, and igniting the downtown SoHo art community in New York City. Finally, in Blue, Machunas is a forgotten and rejected outcast dying prematurely of cancer in Boston.

Throughout the oratorio the protagonist, Machunas, is played by a man singing on one note. All other parts, male and female, are sung by women and are nameless. The score ranges from Lithuanian folkloric songs, Romantic music, twelve-tone compositional structures, a fluxus rock band of electric guitars, sax, synthesizer, shakuhachi, live radio and theremin, to period instruments from the Baroque era. Each act consists of different ensembles, with varying keyboard instruments serving as a continuo. Whereas each of the four acts features a completely different orchestration and stylistic orientation, they all share melodic and harmonic material.

Lucio Pozzi, author
Frank J. Oteri, composer
Premiere at the Center of Contemporary Art, Vilnius, Lithuania, 2005
Donatus Katkus, conductor
St. Christopher Chamber Orchestra of Lithuania.

Folla Recent Color Crowd paintings 2020-2021

“The crowding caught me in the starry sky as much as in the gravel of the garden, in the crowds of people in the square as well as in the conglomerates of granite or moss on the stones; I found it in the images of the Latin sarcophagi, in the battle scenes of the Renaissance, in the representations of the Brueghels or Ensor, in the all-over fullness of Gustav Klimt, Mark Tobey, Jackson Pollock, in the pages of certain comics.” (Lucio Pozzi, March 2021)

In this exhibition Lucio Pozzi presents the latest production of works belonging to the Color Crowd group, a series born in the 90s, but which, like all "families" of works, returns cyclically. “I never stop committing myself to the families of my works. Not only do I return to each one in turn but they also intertwine and contaminate without even me noticing. "

They are artworks consisting of large fields of oil paint, first painted with two quick glazes of very diluted acrylic paint thrown with large brushes on the canvas laid on the floor. Then hanging the canvas on the wall, Pozzi intervenes with the slower oil painting. The process is highly improvised; the unintentional acrylic stains offer the artist many ideas but in the same way he also finds unexpected images, like a swing between the conscious and the pre-conscious.

Throughout his artistic life, Lucio Pozzi preferred themes such as crowding or dispersion rather than stylistic definition, assuming that the painter's mental and physical handwriting cannot fail to reveal itself spontaneously, without him predetermining the conditions.

Filling images and shapes into a container has been one of Pozzi recurring motifs since ever. Sometimes it’s spots and dots, lines and patterns, other times it’s faces and bodies. Every time different thoughts and emotions are triggered. Pozzi started large Black on White Crowd paintings filled with images of all kinds in 1996 as a counterpart to the abstractions of the Rag Rug group. After a while it became natural to add other colors. The bigger paintings in this show are divided by one or two caesurae, a kind of seam at which the forms on either side don’t match.

The composition of the artworks varies from the most elaborate to the most compact. Images arise in the process of making. They are echoes of the swarming mind. As often happens, especially in painting, it is important for Pozzi not to know in advance what will happen and never be sure if a work is finished. He equally wants the viewer to create what s/he sees without worrying about the author's understanding. Each painting offers infinite possible interpretations.

There’s also a display of works on paper 1980-2017 tracing the kind of images that appear in the Crowd works.

Money Money Money Nanni Balestrini, Francesco Jodice, Andrea Mastrovito, Fabio Mauri, Antoni Muntadas, Cesare Pietroiusti, Lucio Pozzi, Aldo Runfola e Ryts Monet

Curated by Elena Forin

This collective exhibition is measured by the concept of 'value' and with its many declinations in terms of market, economy, imagination, power, time and money. In this perspective, Money Money Money was designed to provide a moment of reflection and a transversal analysis on one of the great critical and thematic junctions of this time.

Among the many possible interpretations, the exhibition highlights some groups of meaning around which it is possible to measure oneself - from the staging of economic and political power, to imaginaries linked to money, to the work of art and action artistic in its visual, conceptual and market presence.

The exhibition includes an exhibition path in which artists belonging to different generations and characterized by research, languages and even deeply distant interests, confront themselves with this broad and varied path.

The world of art in its link with the market is no exception and fully falls within this analysis as one of the universes to be explored and the mechanisms of which to return: Fabio Mauri in his Social Series proposes works whose price, from the first copy to lastly, it continues to duplicate itself until it composes an unimaginable figure.

Similarly, Lucio Pozzi with the Red Planets works on the one hand on the concepts of presence, emptiness and distance, and on the other on the constant and progressive increase in value of the individual tables. The mercantile aspect, or 'mercatile' as Pozzi says, creating a deliberately ambiguous neologism, shows itself in these two cycles and in the vision of these two great artists as a totally arbitrary process that has nothing to do with the specific presence of the works, that play on the fact of being 'more or less' similar or even the same - and therefore not such as to motivate, at least apparently, spikes or variations in terms of cost.

A warning, developed through visual art, to make us reflect on the dangers that creep into the superficiality, often naive, with which we face the issue of money every day.

8 Aphorisms

1) The Big Bang

I want to re-visualize visual art. I wish for words to remain parallel to but disengaged from the visual event. Recently the visual has become dependent on the verbal. A work of visual art today seems to need explanations to exist.

I have been wondering why this has come to be. The reason, I feel, is nostalgia for consensus about the purpose of art, a consensus that no longer is possible. Art was obvious in the societies of old. It was necessary. It was fulfilling tasks that were agreed upon by everyone.

When Modernity, with the advent of the Renaissance, exploded the hierarchies that supported art in the past, what was assumed to be certain became uncertain.

2) Surrogates

In response to the Big Bang, art people desperately scrambled to search for referential structures that could replace the lost foundations of the past. Art history became a cacophony of concurrent contradictory proposals.

Surrogate standards were proposed from left and right. Each was submitted as the single exclusive foundation for a new consensus in the arts. These surrogate standards came under the guise of verbal explanations, manifestos, captions, taking the place of that which before had been obvious.

The mistake was to assume that consensus is still a necessary condition for artistic discourse.

3) The New

The strongest surrogate standard of recent times was the concept of progress in the arts. Like an addictive poison it is the surrogate standard that many of us still rally to, again and again. We hang on to it as if it were a last raft before we drown and instead it makes us sink deeper and deeper into a bureaucratic quagmire. Bereft of arguments to validate our preferences many of us qualify or disqualify a work of art by determining whether it is new or not.

Concern for newness blinds us to the inherent characteristics of the single artwork. Several of the formulaic tenets that hamper an open creativity in the field of art derive from the prison of the new.

Concern for newness causes us to shift attention from our feelings to matters that belong in the field of packaging more than in the field of visual substance. The package becomes more important than what it contains. An artist is encouraged to think her or his art in terms of how it shall be promoted rather than of how emotions and intellect weave into its substance.

Concern for novelty reduces the time frame an artist works within to that of a short-lived commentary, consumed and tossed away in a hurry. It prevents a long view capable of engaging the deeper potentialities of existence, the mystery of life and death, the surprise and panic of discovery.

4) Value

I understood early that I wished to avoid reliance on surrogate gauges for art but I also found no reliable standards shared by the community at large. I found only infinite options.

It became clear to me that after the Big Bang it is impossible to assume that we may rely on any shared criteria of validation and evaluation in the arts. Value has become as uncertain as art itself.

5) Creative Misunderstanding

If there is no common purpose and no judgement is possible, there is no community of intent and no communication in the arts.

Then what is there? In the arts that are not applied to utilitarian purposes, instead of communication there is flexible and revisable exchange, instead of judgement there is opinion, instead of conclusion there is open dialogue.

Author and viewer are linked not by agreement but by creative misunderstanding. Neither party submits to the dictates of the other.

6) My Response

I understood that I must develop my own independent referential structure – one that absorbs the history before me, one that engages in dialogue with the present but also one that does not take for granted any of the assumptions that could choke me.

7) Situation Specificity

I found that I could rely on nothing else but the specific conditions, every time different, of the single events I create. The materials, the processes, the concepts I work with are not to be put at the service of goals that are outside their substance. Rather, they are the quarry from which I draw the ingredients I make things with. My main quarry is the language of painting.

No general rules apply. Everything I put together, I call it a situation, even a painting on canvas. This approach allows me to follow the silver thread of my imagination without prejudice.

Multiple symbolic connotations inevitably fall into every situation without my having to pre-select them intentionally.

8) Specialization

I cast a critical look upon Novelty, Originality, Consistency, Style. I consider these to have become, in many instances, in many people’s minds, mere packaging devices for short-term marketing – yet another surrogate standard.

I know that I, like anyone else, anyhow cannot avoid marking my endeavors with the imprint of my mental and physical calligraphy and that of my time and place. As people who follow my work have confirmed, my art possesses a precise and recognizable “style”, but my style neither depends on a formula nor on a brand strategy. I have tried, for my art, to delay the inevitable product recognition, even name recognition, which will eventually be brought about by its dissemination.

As much as possible, I want the single pieces of my art to speak for themselves. I loathe the cult of personality in art. I feel that when artists are praised for having “found their own”, that’s an insult to their probing mind.

For as long as possible, I would like a person entering a room to say: “How interesting that piece is, who made it?” rather than: “That is a typical work by Lucio Pozzi”.

Lucio Pozzi, 21 October 2000

Latest Works A small selection of featured works

We introduce this page by citing Marco Meneguzzo essay - "Lucio Pozzi has decided to experiment with and reconstitute the "catalogue of painting" according to his own, new criteria: everything that you can make with the minimum elements of painting, where for "minimum" there is also intended a certain kind of elementary figuration, appropriate interventions, the assimilation of the spirit of the times and, above all, the artist's physical possibilities and his tools".

In the sense above, these are some random selected latest artworks. You can still access Lucio Pozzi's categories of work by clicking the menu button (those three lines in the upper left of the screen) there you'll find the RagRug paintings, Hard Edge Baroque, Wide Oil Removals and other works that have been showed in the most renowed galleries around the world that somehow try to complete Pozzi's own vision of art and painting.


The Hope February 23, 2020Acrylic on Wood36,0 X 26,0 X 2,5 Cm


Cover February 18, 2020Acrylic on Wood36,0 X 26,0 X 2,5 Cm


The Bunch February 18, 2020Ink on Paper39.9 X 29,9 Cm


Accumulo February 16, 2020Ink on Paper29,9 X 39,9 Cm


Foglia October 10, 2019Acrylic on Paper154,5 X 102,5 Cm


Ksana (Nunc) August 22, 2019Acrylic on Paper154,5 X 102,5 Cm


Barchusen’s Dream November 12, 2019Oil on CanvasTondo 36 X 1 1/4 Inches


The King’s Blind Elephant And The Universal Child October 25, 2019Oil on CanvasTondo 36 X 1 1/4 Inches

Risonanze People And Things

This exhibition has been on show : 6 Settembre – 8 Dicembre, 2019
at Palazzo Ducale, Piazza Sordello Mantova, Italy

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"The wayfarer Lucio Pozzi took so many artistic paths and explored knowledge in so many diferent ways to become enviable now - and that has been the case for several years. He can do what he wants now: intertwine, overlap, stratify, contaminate iconological genres and painting or non-painting techniques, with no prearranged hierarchies, jumping over fences like an acrobat who freely challenges disciplinary standards and finds an unusual balance between opposite strains".

The Ducal Palace Museum complex in Mantua resumes its programme of exhibitions with “Risonanze / People and things”, an exhibition devoted to the artist Lucio Pozzi - American citizen born in Milan — made of four works arranged along the Corte Vecchia itinerary, in the Alcova rooms, in Galleria Nuova, in the rooms of the Archers (performance on 6* and 7* September 2019) and of the Mirrors.

Lucio Pozzi’s artistic research fathoms the areas of abstract and figurative art refusing to keep art within certain limits. His art is rather an explorative process, a way to make new discoveries where the artist himself is being challenged. As aesthetic expression of the unfathomable mistery of living, art cannot ideologically obey the rules of political activism or social criticism: it must serve as “crucial evidence of sensitivity”, beyond the manipulations of modern art. Pozzi’s work acts in this direction, refusing any orthodoxy, combining artistic production with his teaching activity for the new generations.

Lucio Pozzi is a New York artist who works in Hudson (NY) and Valeggio sul Mincio (VR) now. He was born in Milan (Italy) in 193.5. After living in Rome for a while, where he studied architecture, he moved to the United States in 1962 as a guest of the Harvard International Summer Seminar. He then settled in New York and obtained the American citizenship. In 1978 the Museum of Modern Art of New York displayed his videos during one of the first exhibitions devoted to individual art of the series Projects: Video. He writes from time to time and he worked as a teacher at the Cooper Union, within the Yale Graduate Sculpture Program, at Princeton University, at the Maryland Institute of Art, at the School of Visual Arts. At the moment he is a visiting professor at schools of art in the United States and in Europe. His works were presented at Documenta 6 (1977) and at the Venice Biennale (American Pavilion) in 1980. His works are included in several private and public collections. A Lucio Pozzi was awarded the National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship in 1983. He — earned the honorary degree at the Academy of Verona (Italy) in 2010. He was awarded: the Ciampi Prize L'altrarte in 2015. He obtained the Lissone career award in 2018.

“I want single works to speak for themselves in all their specificity. | hate the cult of personality in art. I believe that it is an insult to their researching mind when artists are congratulated for finding “their final style”. I prefer that a person enters a place and asks: “What an interesting work, who is the artist ?”, rather than saying: “That is a typical work of Lucio Pozzi."


Reading the News

Lucio Pozzi sits on a chair that has under it grapes, nuts and water. He reads out loud the news of the moment for 8 hours. For every man’s name he substitutes Gino Rossi/John Smith and for every woman’s Maria Conti/Mary Jones. In random turn he wears four caps: green, red, blue, yellow. There will be occasional music.


Kerotakis the Mediator Angel’s Wheel

In the Alcova room we find a work by the contemporary artist Lucio Pozzi consisting of a big painting called “Kerotakis - the Mediator Angel’s Wheel / la Ruota dell’Angelo Mediatore” (2014), belonging to the series “Scatter paintings”. Its tile refers to the mystic angel overseeing transformation processes, and at the same time it represents the fool that was used by alchemists for the sublimation of certain metal vapours. This work is the result of the assembling of different acrylic layers and backgrounds, following random thoughts and emotions, and keeping adding shapes that cover the previous ones. The artist himself doesn’t know when, whether and how his work will be completed, as it is a combination of endless echoes, imitations, contradictions.

60 Yards of people and things

This work is located inside Galleria Nuova, where some of the museum paintings of the 16" - 18* centuries are arranged, too. This work, made of 8 big paintings recalling antique works, is described by Lucio Pozzi as “a swarm of acrylic shapes black on white, painted four times in red, green, yellow and blue on eight loose canvasses hanging like banners over iron rods”. This painting belongs to the group called Crowd, a series of freely invented image templates, with no preliminary preparation. The images arise from a variety of emotions, memories and thoughts that are continuously changing, icons the artist doesn’t remember. Random, daily thoughts are included, too. The observer must be able to interpret such confusion and give it a meaning, according to personal perception.

House Overturned Casa Rovesciata

“Casa Rovesciata / House Overturned” (2019) is located in the majestic Hall of Mirrors. It is a cubic construction with a height of approximately four metres made of a pyramid of rods pointed downwards. This work is inspired to Sol Lewitt’s works, who displayed in New York in the same gallery as Pozzi'’s, and it is based on a concept that considers a possible simple geometric structure of wooden rods that has been conceived to occupy a space clearly but also to involve at different stages. This work has been possible thanks to the contribution of the company Roversi Arredamenti from Moglia and it combines the two opposite primary colours, red and blue: they intersect creating an “abode diagram” whose overturned roof can be inserted in hundred different ways, so as to symbolise the anxiety of modern life.


A final video documenting the exhibition :

Scatter Painting at Studio La Città

This exhibition has been on show : 21 settembre – 16 novembre 2019
Studio La Città, Lungoadige Galtarossa 21, Verona, Italy

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 -text curated by Marco Meneguzzo

When it came to choosing the title for this show and this brief essay, we could not decide between "Scatter Paintings" and "Scatter Painting". After a short discussion we unanimously decided on the latter. One ''s" more or less decidedly changes the meaning of everything, because one thing means speaking about painting, in other words pictures and works, while the Iatter expression, without the "s", speaks about painting itself, so much that the adjective - "scatter" — gives the subject more than one possible key to analysis.

The first and most important, from which derive all the others in turn, is that we are talking about thoughts about painting and, at the same time about an action on painting, in other words about a behavioural attitude by the artist even more than an art product, an object with a symbolic function, a work or a series of works. In the case of Lucio Pozzi the symbolic function is himself and his action and the works are the record of this. This is to say that, in the best tradition of Conceptualism, we are speaking above all of the artistic process and not of its result. however attractive it might be (and this is really so but it is another story that begins immediately where ours stops and without interruption, like a movie sequel of which, however, we must already know the basic elements in order to understand what we are seeing). This consideration places Pozzi within the sphere of Conceptual Art, in that vaguely heretical section of it which, in order to demonstrate the concept (still) makes use of painting and for this must continually defend itself from the accusation of being dangerously heterodox in the face of "statement purists".

In America it was called "Fundamental Painting" even though the name did not stick, while in Italy today it is known as "Pittura analitica", which has been more successful. However this definition is not enough with regard to history and to a very particular historical period, however close to us it may be, and so to become a part of it would be prehistoric, even though Pozzi was present in "the right years", the 1960s. Instead his art goes beyond this context because it is part of a grand and infinitely more ambitious plan to which this Italian-American artist has devoted his whole life, like a master of Zen who, in the proverbial moral stories that I like so much, asks the emperor for decades of time only then to resolve in a single magisterial gesture the work that had been commissioned from him. And in fact Pozzi's attitude is similar to that of a Zen master who knows that his life is devoted to a single thing though he is not so blunt: on the contrary, he really has an analytical mind, a deductive rather than inductive one, and his life — which coincides with his work — is there to demonstrate it. As a perfect Conceptual artist, he has decided to experiment with and reconstitute the "catalogue of painting" according to his own, new criteria: everything that you can make with the minimum elements of painting, where for "minimum" there is also intended a certain kind of elementary figuration, appropriate interventions, the assimilation of the spirit of the times and, above all, the artist's physical possibilities and his tools.

In this way this "Scatter Painting" has become a subclass of the great family of painting, just like all the other series of works that Pozzi has habituated us to over the decades (because by now we are dealing with decades ), and that have led to the misleading accusation of eclecticism .. In fact Pozzi is not eclectic: he is encyclopaedic and, as in an encyclopaedia, the only leitmotif is language - Italian, English, Swahili _ .. - and Pozzi too strictly follows that single rule: everything that can be said is said with language.

Of course we know — and above all the artist knows — that he will never manage to complete this highly personal "Library of Babel", but it does not matter: the die has been cast, the step has been completed, the Rubicon crossed, and then we will see. Certainly, whoever wants to take one of his paintings home, or one of the many drawings here on show, will choose the one considered to be "the most beautiful", or perhaps even the one best matched to the colour of the divan in the sitting room; but the owner is obliged to see it as a fragment of the whole, of that painterly cosmogony of which the object is painting itself, like a point on an infinite line consisting of an infinity of points, one to which the artist's life is devoted.

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Shows / Exhibitions

Past, Current And Upcoming Shows

"Recycling paint, painting and art. This implies waste, entropy, fermentation and re-birth." — Lucio Pozzi


Lucio Pozzi's Biography

"First comes a feeling then comes play. Just try always to attain absolute intensity." — Lucio Pozzi

Solo Exhibitions

Lucio Pozzi's One Person Shows

"While painting, my emotions fly rampant in every alignment, from despair to fun, to boredom, to high attention." — Lucio Pozzi

Group Exhibitions

Lucio Pozzi's Group and Collective Shows

"A metaphysical reality is approached by attending menial visual matters." — Lucio Pozzi


Lucio Pozzi's Performances and Action Shows

"I savor the colors of toys and stationery, Bauhaus and Ellsworth Kelly. In my painting, color is both color-coding and chromatic feeling." — Lucio Pozzi


Lucio Pozzi's Auction Benefits

"From the obvious fact that a painting, like any tangible object, has an up and a down, a right and a left, a front and a back, I have derived an habit of using dualism as a tool to make things by." —LucioPozzi

Exhibitions Curated By The Artist

Lucio Pozzi's personally curated exhibitions

"One thing I like to stress comes from the consideration that the force of gravity is often taken for granted in the hanging of pictures on a wall. The nail from which a frame hangs, for instance, is hidden from the viewer." — Lucio Pozzi

Selected Collections

Collections that include Lucio Pozzi's artworks

"I am constantly widening the field of my art as a way to find in every work I do a moment of intensity and surprise." — Lucio Pozzi


Lucio Pozzi's Pubblished Catalogs

"I feel like declaring my art has no meaning whatsoever, even though I am well aware that cannot be possibly true about anything one does." — Lucio Pozzi


Lucio Pozzi's bibliography

"The important thing for me is not to proceed from one phase to another of my art but to carry on in parallel all the ways of my doing so that each one is enriched by the other." — Lucio Pozzi


Lucio Pozzi's art included in the following collections

"I removed and repositioned walls and parts of wood or painted canvas and postcards and many other objects. Through this modest surgical operation I focus on contexts that otherwise risk being taken for granted." — Lucio Pozzi