Dear Gentile
"It is like autumn, leaves, on the trees."Starting from this thought of the great Soldati (Soldiers)*, who sees the approaching end, I would rather see it as the beginning. At least for what concerns us art patients. I would like to see the detachment of the leaf from the tree as the beginning of our life that differentiates us from the rest of the foliage. Not because of our free choice but because there is something that is inherent in the artist, which cannot be dominated. Even if it is true that sometimes we like to be transported, by this "wind" that is stronger than us, and makes us whirl in the air. Sometimes maybe driven by a slight puff, sometimes abandoned to the light air support, sometimes rattled by a vortex that seems to want to destroy everything. And so on ..... sometimes .... sometimes ... sometimes. This longing to live, to see, to touch, to manipulate, to experience that accompanies us in our flight, is a wind that sustains us and makes us fly in the sky of creativity. This is the flight of our life and looking at your works, like the reflection of a mirror, I see myself again. Many look at the single work and construct pindaric flights of words, adjectives and conjunctions with the history of art, losing the sense of the complex of the works performed, the result of a thousand at times .. sometimes .. sometimes Divisionism, Segantini, Morbelli, Pelizza da Volpedo, Van Gogh. How many times have you heard these pseudo art connoisseurs who look at the car bodywork and never think about the engine. As a friend and colleague considering that we are flying in the same wind, I ask you to let yourself be carried inside the white canvases as you have always done, because that is the true truth of us art patients. Unfortunately, the commitments that you know, I press and I will have no way of being present to your personal June 21 **, but my moral support will not fail you, as will not fail the success you deserve for the emotions you give to the lucky users of your works. Ad Maiora Gentileeeee Ivo Batocco***