Lucca Rodríguez

I paint because sometimes words just aren’t enough. I was born in Uruguay and now live in Queenstown, surrounded by mountains that remind me how small we really are. I paint with whatever I find: brushes, knives, cloth, wood, hands.

Each tool speaks its own language, and I respond the best I can—with layers, marks, scratches, silence.My work is born from accidents, from mistakes, from trying. I’m not chasing perfection—I’m after something more alive, more true. I paint what I can’t say, what hurts, and what still holds hope.

I grew up with music and theatre, but it was through painting that I found the most honest way to exist. But the most important art, I believe, still happens in that quiet moment when an image stops you—and makes you feel.