The great wealth, life’s opulence, seem
a warm and sumptuous veil over nothing. Is death the true expression of
life? Or is it a shadow that glows with light, a void from which the divinity
radiates ...
Little Soul
1987.07
80 x 60, oil on canvas
A girl friend, very short of stature, had inspired
this painting, while the head, much bigger, belongs to a harpist whose recital
I had attended later.
An horizontal position is recurrent in many painted heads of Mazzucconi,
as an attitude turned to the inner world.