O Homem e a máquina 1966

Emiliano Di Cavalcanti's, "O Homem e a máquina" is, I think, made with oil on canvas, and boy, is it something. The palette is rich, leaning towards those earthy tones, but then BAM! unexpected blues and reds pop up. You can tell this wasn’t just about copying what’s in front of him; it’s about feeling, about making something new. I'm really drawn to the way Di Cavalcanti layered those colors. See how in the faces there are these subtle shifts in tone, almost like he’s sculpting with paint? It's not about perfection, it's about the energy and the emotion. And that texture! You can almost feel the brushstrokes. The way the paint sits on the canvas, thick in some spots, thin in others. It reminds me of the early Picasso, especially in the way he breaks down form and plays with perspective. But Di Cavalcanti has his own distinct voice, a kind of poetic chaos. It is a reminder that art is an ongoing dialogue, full of surprises and open to endless interpretations.