A bare picture. Pure and free from all other superfluous detail in order to determine a unique origin. A picture that for Riccardo Pocci, a Tuscan artist adopted by all the world, is effectively a sacrificial lamb to be sacrificed on the altar of a painting; a simple but premeditated deed that leads to overcome what is perceived and brings back to the essence of conscience. Taking the colour away, removing the greyscale to allow us to see the essential frame. He goes on eliminating with his hand that seems humble but which, on the contrary, reveals the outrageous ambition to unveil the secret of reality even if it is deceptive. For Pocci, giving life to graph paper, the soul of representation, is equivalent to bowing without ever glancing down to that reality which is considered “ the mistress of perspective and of western drawing”.

The artist does not want to follow precisely the rules of the perspective because the right of speech is given only to material, mass and volume and the simple materials used are those built by man a long time ago. However in the representation brought back to its primitive essence man is absent. Absence. The loss of colour. The loss of his father. Something has changed forever. In these last months Riccardo’s soul has been scratched as if by sandpaper. Absence. The absence of the man. The absence of that heartbeat. The absence of life. Black trees.

Brush yourself means restoring the roots through the cleaning of what is useless and misleading. They are roots without earth, a city which is not a place but his consciousness and he expresses this in the rigorous opposition of light and darkness. Brush off means to ignore, to take no notice of something and a brush can be a paintbrush, a brushstroke or a broom. It is not by accident that the city in question – the protagonist of an iconic style that refers to further iconic styles, past cycles but already in the future – is Bruxelles. A represented Europe but without any real references and characters. Bruxelles is Brussels, it is “brush yourself” and it is therefore the opportunity to talk about the contemporary world and reaffirm its bewilderment.

Bewilderment in front of something known but at the same time alien. Bewilderment in perceiving a reality, fragmented in the unreal discontinuity of the pallets, which deceives the eye to then bring it back to the substance freed from appearance. And this is also thanks to the graphic language that woes the cartoon and then becomes illustration. Paper, canvas, pallets, oils, inks, gouache and black canvas paper. Pocci is untirable in his continuous experimentation of techniques and of materials, a turbine of solutions, incomplete but perfect in their imperfection which gives them his special touch of originality.