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This
time I have the presumption to introduce myself.
I think that no one better than me, can expose the theme
of this exhibition which I titled: "quando lo
sguardo sogna la realtà"("when the sight dreams
the reality"), or watching to the places of my youth,
to the unforgettable lowland of Brescia- Pontevico.
I have travelled all over Italy, but my thought always came
back there, to the lowland, where as a boy, with in hand two
slices of an homemade cake, cake that my aunt made me
lovingly find in the morning before going in the fields
to work, I strolled together with my solitude, with which I
spoke about things, about the landscape, about our time
and my aspirations, immersing myself in the country, to
observe the burnt tones of the just ploughed field, the
immovable greens of the vegetation, the yellows of the sheaves
that fog sometimes veiled , in order then to brighten up
themselves at the sunrise that with strength made its
way through the fog, the water of the Oglio
river to become a frozen mirror in absence of ripples.
All in the silence because where there is solitude, there are
not voices, not even those of the wind.
In the middle of my peregrination, in the country, I always
went to the feet of a tree that I had called "the
friendly tree" because when I was to its feet I felt
protected and safe, and I stopped there to eat my slices of
that homemade cake.
Tonino Zana, in one of his last presentations, he wrote:
"The beginning has been the land. The land of
youth, the burnt, opened and Padan land. They were the walls
of the farmhouses in Pontevico, they were the poppies of May
five hundred meters from Oglio, imagined beyond a crowd
of poplars, greeted by a setting sun, strangely
inflamed. Migliorati loves youth and the origin of the earth closed
to water. He loves the essence, the primordial elements, when
it doesn't turn up to pretend to dominate seasons, already set
up for millennia. "
The
solitude and I, we know ourselves very well. The solitude has
always stood by me, like a sleepless sentry, and it helped me
to recreate fables atmospheres, in the colours, in the cuts of
light that fall hitting the centre of the pictures subject
that I paint. Now those cuts tend to disappear and they open
infinite spaces, where I invite you to enter. Everyone,
grappling with his own innerness, introduces himself in the
closed garden, opens the gates, walks on the grass made
wet by the dew, and listens the silence as I did when I was a
boy.
The
works exposed here are a love action towards the origin land
of my parents and they propose again feelings that aren't
extraneous to you all, for sure. The civilization of today,
the life in the metropolis, is opaque, feverish, insane, the
life, which tends to close man between his car and the
office, has created the necessity of evasion, the push towards
the nature, the open air and therefore, where can we escape if
not there, in those places where I have spent my
youth: the lowland of the Padan valley. The memory and the
powerful lever of nostalgia to tell me the picture. I
could define my painting as a memory and feeling one. I hope I
have acquainted you, through the exposed works, with
those emotions and with those feelings that I have felt
and that I have tried to paint.
One
thing is sure, now the solitude has become a brilliant
mate and a creative power. The leaves, the trees and the
scents of the fields, the expanses of the horizon and the all what
can be found in the lowland are the authors of this
miracle. Faithful to my artistic creed, devoted to discover in
the things the existence of a vital relationship with
ourselves, I hope, with these works of mine, to help to realize
the message that they suggest: we are creatures who belong to
the earth, who take root in it, but we often forget it.
Luciano Migliorati
November 2001
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