Nei desideri del giorno per fare una poesia
Fondazione Museo “Venanzo Crocetti” 2006
He arrives perfectly on time, he walks proud and happy. He recognizes me and calls me from far off, takes me by the arm to a stylish downtown bar to have a coffee. Somebody says hello and he kindly answers. Meanwhile he talks, chatters, narrates. But not about Arts: about daily life, Pantagruelian meals, his preference for small cities suitable to man, compared to large cities that devour souls. Then we go straight to his home/studio. Everything is orderly, well furnished, the toys scattered in a corner by the third child seem part of a studied disorder. The rooms are large and luminous, the windows’ huge frames of breathtaking views. He invites you to sit, indicating the chairs that surround the kitchen’s table, his smile becomes contagious. The question list seems to vaporize, escape embarrassed in front of such serene life. We begin talking freely, without limits or strain: what the artist says is fine. You may introduce a subject, but interrupting or guiding him toward a route seems to be a crime compared to his desire to express himself. So the regular interview goes up the chimney, I am completely enchanted by this weaver of enthused words. Well, Luca Dall’Olio is like that, young and genuine. He loves freedom, and hates idling as the disease of the century. He needs to meditate and not to vegetate in idling, he always seeks creative ideas, learned, full of sense.