PRESS Associazione Culturale Piazza Dante Giulianova, December 6
"UTOPIA POSSIBLE"
artist will be present Luca Dall'Olio
Free Entry
the premises of the Cultural Exhibition Piazza Dante
Piazza Dante, 2-64021 Giulianova high (the heart of Old Town)
Works on display from 8 to 30 December 2009, at the following times:
Wednesday to Sunday from 19: 00 to 01:00
Lunedì e martedì, chiuso
CHI E’Luca Dall ’ Olio?
Nasce nel 1958 a Chiari, in provincia di Brescia. Frequenta il Liceo Artistico a Brescia e si diploma nel 1980 all ’ Accademia di Belle Arti di Milano. Fondamentali per l ’ evoluzione della sua produzione artistica sono i frequenti viaggi in Turchia, Marocco, Singapore,Malesia, Giappone, United States, Brazil and China. Luca Dall ' Oil illustrated several books, among which the 15 volumes of poems by Bruno Dall' Olio , Marcovaldo of Italo Calvino and a ' last wave sfinitadi John Taverner. In 1986 he published the first monograph devoted to his work, entitled Luca Dall 'Olio , a young prince in ' Empire of Signs. In 1990, the exhibition at Palazzo dei Diamanti in Ferrara, 柰 ublications the monograph Sedimentation Sentimental L ' artist 柰 Resente in numerous exhibitions and fairs ' art in Italy and ' abroad. Participates in ' International Expo in Miami; to ' Artmultiple all'ArtExpo Dusseldorf and New York, strarte - Strasbourg. Luca Dall ' Oil has made to the subway station of Rome Villa Bonelli an important mosaic of 20 sqm. The 柳 nanny also commissioned the construction of another mosaic to the metro station di Fiumicino. Dal 1996 l ’ artista 柰 p resente su alcune navi di lusso della flotta Royal Caribbean Cruise di Miami con opere di grandi dimensioni. I frequenti viaggi intorno al mondo rappresentano per Luca Dall ’ Olio una continua fonte di ispirazione e osservazione. Numerose realizzazioni di tirature di opere grafiche. Partecipa alla XII Esposizione Nazionale Quadriennale di Roma. Espone al Museo Pithecusae di Ischia.Presenta le sue opere alle mostre: Da Picasso a Botero al Museo d ’ arte moderna e contemporanea di Arezzo ed al Palazzo Albertini di Forl ì All ' State Archives in Rome titled Artists in the database. Kuratorium Komende Lengmoos Renon. In 1999 he published the monograph Cos 柩 the dream and in 2005 the monograph is to make a poem, curated by Vittorio Sgarbi and Luciano Caprile. Luca Dall 'Oil lives and works in Brescia, Corso Mameli 5.
REVIEWS :
Utopia can Simona Clementoni (The Scream of the magazine's Square Dante Giulianova)
“La vida es sueño” affermava, nel 1635, Pedro Calderón de la Barca , l’ultima gran voce del Siglo de Oro spagnolo. La stessa profonda convinzione, ma sfociante in una visione esistenziale totalmente opposta, sostanzia il percorso pittorico di Luca Dall’Olio, cinquantunenne artista bresciano, diplomatosi all’Accademia di Belle Arti di Milano. Al pessimismo e allo scetticismo di impronta gesuitica del drammaturgo madrileno, che approda al senso della vanità of human activity and resignation, oil opposes an optimistic and progressive, in which no possibility is inaccessible to curious and willing to introspection. There has never resigned his vision. If you are looking for, there is always a way of salvation. Then I, in the deepest respect for what critics have written about him the likes of Vittorio Sgarbi, Luciano Caprile and Gabriele Boni, but apart from them, I'll try to venture into his magical world, trusting only to the evidence that the artist here and disseminates there like the crumbs of Tom Thumb. The securities, illuminating, his works are the first cornerstone of his secret treasure. Trusting in his help, I grab the hand that I silently artist tents and confident, I prepare to follow him. The wonder is what I asked, the ability to free my soul from the rind hardened by custom, by stereotypes, conventions of contemporary living, frantic, deafening and blinding. He invites me to soar on delicate wings of fantasy and dreams, to rediscover the unconscious dimension of my being, to go beyond reality, beyond the senses. But my soul is frightened, my heart fearful resistance. I suffer from dizzy trying to follow him, but he holds his hands, holding me stronger, looks into my eyes and gives me the comforting shelter of her arms. Reassured, but with a pitch still uncertain, opening the door, I enter in her fairy world and let myself be enveloped by magic. My heart expands, the emotions flowing free, unlimited, and my senses burn the veil is finally allowing the tears to my eyes and my intellect to see. It is an epiphanic moment, outside time and space. A breath, I see the wild places of childhood, when I felt I had everything and anything was possible. Ardently wish to continue. I do it on tiptoe to avoid disturbing those "superhuman silences" and "deep calm" that gives me pleasure unknown and a sense of absolute freedom. The artist is now clear, leaving me alone in my progressive down in the depths of the soul, the rediscovery of the motions of the heart, the impulses of desire, the thrill of the senses. What I see is a different world, but I recognize the reality: the pastoral and idyllic, made up of winding hilly slopes covered with lush vegetation of pines, cypress and palm trees. The sky, full of color, dotted with stars burning and shining curls, is reflected in quiet pools surrounded by a soft light and soothing. It is a world still, devoid of any trace of human presence. Yet a human story must have been consumed in those enchanted shores. As reflected in the paths that penetrate gently and harmoniously into the vegetation, the clusters of red-roofed houses that rise to the immensity of the sky and to be free of doors and windows, seem to have imprisoned their inhabitants inside, the architectural flavor that harmonize with the metaphysical landscape. These archaeological remains of ancient civilizations, capitals and columns of Greek temples, domes of eastern battlements of medieval castles or memory. Nostalgic echo of times past when man's work was still genuine, respectful of nature and his inviolable beauty, when life was a human scale and allow stops serenity. Now, stunned by all sorts of noise pollution, alienated by the swirling modern living, the individual, lost emotions, the ability to wonder and to dream, you lose in the search for truth false. The longed-for happiness, as the Holy Grail the knights of old, continues to elude him, evading his most intimate aspirations. It is here, at this stage of impasse, which is part of the saving intervention of the artist, with his impassioned plea to join him there, those great corners of the world where we can color the sky, the sea, hills, houses, castles and towers of the colors of our soul where we can see and believe what we want, because our inner life has no limits or boundaries. Suddenly, I realize that I have found the second key of his chest: the dream, lifeblood of the soul, the way to salvation. The dream, a refuge from ordinary life, gives me pause soothing, always accessible corners of heaven on earth because their genesis is in me. Following the path of the heart, to rediscover the value of the essential and the essential is what is required. This is the truth that the elusive Grail. The artist, who quietly had left me alone in my introspective path, gently reappeared at my side just to confirm, with a smile, the accuracy of my discovery. With calm and gentle ways, with his painting made of warm and passionate, with bright colors that translate the power of imagination and dream, with its representation in-perspective, somewhere between the naturalistic and the surreal, Luca Dall'Olio guided me to the rediscovery of my innermost self, I was able to find the childlike wonder of freshness, the mysterious force the unconscious and the value of imagination as valve flow of daily tensions. Define his painting "dialogical" or "dramatic" in the sense that the absence of human figures in his paintings is matched by the constant presence of a privileged but invisible, marked by the continual contact a "you" (Looking with you, I was thinking of you , Maybe I'll meet you , Here in your dreams) in which I seem to catch a double meaning: on the one side is likely to be a woman, his muse, on the other I would like to see a heartfelt speak with the artist its user. First is the painter who invites him, encourages, motivates him to undertake his inner journey ( We'll be together, we go together , back to you), then the observer is that, in its uncertainty, search reassurance ( still hold me in your hands , 're here with me), she longs for a meeting ( Maybe I'll meet you, few minutes and you'll see ) and then explode in gratitude ( You found me, In tune with you, something to be divided into two ). That "something to be divided in two," what the user will share with the artist, if he manages to meet him, is pleased to be touched and surprised, the ability to dream with open eyes, the certainty that life is a continuous dream , confidence in the possibility of an imminent recovery of man and civilization, if only to know the lessons of the past. all happened tomorrow, else is tomorrow. No could be more explicit statement of these securities. As with the famous image of "Standing on the shoulders of giants" by Francis Bacon, past and present intersect in building the future. We, modern dwarfs, we should take advantage of the experience accumulated by the giants of the past and be more farsighted. We should learn to "switch ... the experiences that we live with all the illusions and dreams extraordinary potential." To progress, civilization has to believe that nothing is unattainable. Looking at the reality with curiosity and eyes uninhibited, filtering it with fantasy and imagination, even Utopia is possible.
