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He no longer has his studio, the most
beautiful and biggest studio that he had ever had, and in which
he had poured so many hopes. He feels wounded and demotivated,
as if from that traumatic experience he would never return to
painting. His house has been damaged and so he and his family
move to Grado, one of the places to which many people from Friuli
have been evacuated.
When he returnes from teaching at the Art Institute in Udine,
he uses to wander restlessly around the town surrounded by lagoon
and sea, until one day he happens to walk into a hotel where
many elderly women are gathered from places affected by the
disaster.
And then he starts to draw once more. Many years had passed
since the neo–realist graphic work and Lucatello is certainly
not an artist to repeat himself, now he is living different
dimensions both in time and in reality. The memory returns of
the tense and vibrant drawings of the coalmen, of the women
victims of the flood in the lower Po valley, of the rice–weeders
– of that sense of tragedy that seems to identify itself
with the reference to suffering and hardship. When people from
Friuli see these portraits they exclaim: “it’s my
grandmother!”. |
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