The newly inaugurated space in foro Buonaparte 68, Milan, will be hosting the artist’s recent sculptural works that reconstruct a domestic environment with anthropomorphic figures that relate with the space. A visual story about the history of the city, the totality of the emotions of its people and the human vicissitudes that take place there.
The works on show represent the continuation of Lucia Leuci’s research into contrasting elements, synthetic and natural materials, which are applied as a tool for urban investigation. Through the exploration of constants from everyday experiences, Lucia intimate photography features a collectivity that feels alienated from nature, in an avid search for the more rural world of the past. Today, city dwellers seek a more individual reality within the rural setting, with its agriculture and values of sustainability and respect for the environment.
In fact, in recent years, there is growing attention on the use of genuine raw materials and fresh produce, which has led to the creation of eco-sustainable food production chains that have low environmental impact. The desire to live in more open spaces in contact with nature has driven city inhabitants to re-evaluate the benefits of agricultural life, moving to more agreeable localities, like tiny hamlets and pastoral towns, where personal wellbeing is the cornerstone of a tranquil, more human-scale existence.
In recent times, this rejection of the city, where living spaces have become increasingly smaller and expensive, has led people to question the quality of life of those who live and work there – and those who long to live in them.
The title of the exhibition is a play on the name of the famous Eighties cult film, Il ragazzo di campagna (Country Boy), in which Renato Pozzetto plays a genuine and humble young man from a (still) rural Italy, who aspires to a life in the modern and consumerist world of the city.
Today, many humans live in a continuous city, that no longer has a beginning or end, dreaming of a more natural dimension; the lost verdant undergrowth of our psyches.