About this piece
To a futurist like Boccioni, the back-breaking labour needed to reimagine and reshape a new city â€” and forge a new destiny â€” is something to be celebrated. Boccioni’s use of bright colour blocks and short, bold brushstrokes blends the workers and the paving â€” the spinning cycle of creation and destruction that’s all-powerful, intoxicating, and disorienting.
He forces us to ask, “Where does the city stop, and the city worker begin?” In the modern age celebrated by futurists, can you (or should you) even make the distinction? And can we make that distinction ourselves today?