And the suns of the burning sunsets. And the great green pictures.
The monochrome ones white or yellow, or all black or all brown.
The guiding line of Lucatellos work is not betrayed, the need
to be realistic through a different point of view, which from detail
leads to the cosmic. And the result is not reached through an anthropomorphic
representation, but through the material form that vibrates and
empathically transmits because it is interwoven with the human.
Friuli was like a dreamedof destiny. In the midst of a sea
of difficulties, probably Lucatello is happy.
The first few years are very hard. He doesnt know anyone.
His wife has stopped working and there are five children to bring
up. Those children whom he loves and often draws, always worried
about th lack of food: as often as he can, perhaps remembering ancient
famines, he rushes out to buy huge steaks that the little ones can
Luckily for him the director of the Institute of Art at that time
is Bruno Santini, a Venetian of great intelligence and refinement,
and between the two there was both admiration and respect. Thus
becomes easier the impact with the school, that other twisted institution
that for many years would stimulate him to sometimes exasperated
With the Friulan art world, with the critics, nothing changes very
much; the provincial candour tries to emulate the unprejudiced blindness
of the greater cultural power of the envied centres. But after all
he is lucky. He who has always followed the hope of finding someone
who would share his vision of reality through his
painting, meets very precious friends who would accompany him all
along his Friulan path. Some are painters, others are hardly able
to find the space to operate in local culture and finally, through
them, the collectors. With this group of friends, who manage to
read him in his paintings and accept his obstinate reduction of
everything to painting, begin an authentic dialogue which compensated
him for the lack of attention of official critics, and calmes his
anxious need to feel understood. The spokesman for this unusual
but then is it? battle is Renzo Viezzi, who for years
tries to go ahead with his idea of cleaning and clarity in the paths
of painting. This intelligent local man, who quickly burned the
baggage he carried inside in order to range with his careful eye
there where he sees the emerging of a sign, sensitive and exuberant
but deaf to compromises, angry and headstrong almost as much as
Lucatello was, would end up peevishly throwing up the sponge, reducing
his world to a few tangible values.