Untitled 1946

Enrico Donati's painting is a world of its own, built with intuitive marks and a dreamy palette. Imagine Donati, brush in hand, coaxing these forms into being, layer upon layer, maybe even scraping back to reveal ghostly under-layers. I feel like I'm looking at a landscape underwater, or maybe even inside. There's this root-like structure on the left, reaching out with these delicate strokes of red and yellow, contrasting with the dense dark mass hovering above. Then there's a figure, maybe, or just a form that resembles one, emerging from the depths. Look at how the colors bleed into each other, creating a sense of fluidity. Was he thinking about Miro, or maybe Yves Tanguy? Painting is such a conversation, isn’t it? Donati's work invites us to dive deep into its mysteries, trusting our own instincts and associations. The beauty of painting lies in its ambiguity, in its capacity to evoke multiple meanings, and connect us to each other and the world.