In Joanolasco’s ashen woods, trees become a sort of fortress, caging within its branches any being that yearns the horizon. Its smoke-weathered limbs force a crack in reality and break apart the light. Yet this bright mystical portal persists; inviting, guiding. Inherently diluting thick smog for eager travelers.
The watercolor works in Existence through allusions are contemplations tethered to the sparse nature found in the city. Joanolasco utilizes an intimate medium to process the dissonance existing among the urban, the natural, and the internal. Street concrete becomes transparent. Puddles of gray water reflect the deep purple blue of the cosmos. Pavements concur with overwhelming feelings. Perhaps purpose lies within the turbulence of the clouds.
—gialuistro
