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