Enzo Cucchi

Groninger Museum

Some of Enzo Cucchi’s texts can best be styled poetic mysteries. “Yes, I am the Marches. See, I am a district,” he says in one of his poems; “Here it was, in Aritrezza, that the Cyclops hurled the rocks into the sea, and it is true, I can see the place where they fell.”

I recalled these lines when seeing a series of huge drawings made by Cucchi over the past few years. Everywhere there are boulders, hanging in the air, lying on the ground; they are apparently inspired by Cucchi’s experience at Aritrezza. These images seem a reference to the wanderings of Odysseus and his troubles with the Cyclops Polyphemus, who imprisoned him and his companions in his cave. Odysseus, of course, escaped, and as he and his friends sailed away the blinded Cyclops hurled stones after them in his rage.

The drawings, in charcoal, are direct and down to earth. Cucchi’s poetic metaphors are almost heavy-handed,

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