Middle of the summer, between July and August.
l'm receiving regular e-mails from Matteo with pictures of the paintings he's working on. l'm mulling over the undeniable growth of his works. As Matteo keeps me updated, on his progress, l'm starting to jot down a few thoughts on a notebook. Here they are.
Matteo's poetics are based on the compelling urge to ascend. Throughout his artistic life he has been chasing down the sky, making it his own, losing it, then conquering it again. And after a long time, the most difficult part lies precisely in the possibility of capturing the lost sky again.
In his attempt to do so, the painter has had to plunge into the neverending blackness of the night, where the infinte suffering of the world, along with his own, lies.Yet the emerging line of the horizon is already the promise of a landscape ...
While the outline of boiling lava materializes before our eyes, what could these little peaks, so dear to thc painter, represent, if not fleeting tongues of fire coming to life for an instant, like lost souls in search of redemption?
In the part of these recent paintings dedicated to the sky, for the first time curvy and shapely figures appear: They are the results of an original, fresh, circular, fluid brushstroke, giving life to a marching troop of redness invading the sky, to a choir's song reverberating in the firmament. I ask myself: who are they? What hare they come to tell us? Kandinsky's red sound comes to mind: a sound which does not talk about blood but conveys the drama of sorrow.
lt's time for me to go to Matteo's studio in Nepi to make the final selection of the paintings for the exhibition. I have already seen them on the photos he sent me during the summer, but stepping into the heart of thc place of creation always makes for a thrilling encounter:
He calls me on the phone:
- Shall I pick you up at the usual place?
No need to say which place: near the bridge across Lungotevere, the same place we used to meet ten years ago when we were preparing the first exhibition. lt's nice to see that old habits clic hard. Like an unbroken fil rouge between us.
Fabio Sargentini, Rome 6th of November 2016
Montani lets the very liquid painting drop at an accelerated rate and redefines the backdrop of the paper on which he works, a backdrop made of silicon and carbon monoxide, as a “horizon of events”, citing the definition that scientists give of that area of the black hole beyond which, to date, we know nothing of what happens. Painting is a transcendent operation that determines unexpected events until it reaches a middle moment in which the break between the sensitive and the ultra-sensitive world heals…”
“His paintings conjure dawn, sunrise, and sunset. His whole opus is located in-between, in that “between” where the vapors of Chinese painting are released, in that landscape/passage (“paysage/passage” in French). The moment is that of the transition, of the passage, simple, and absolutely mysterious”.
Laura Cherubini, Art historian, Brera Academy of Fine Arts, Milan; Flash art International contributor
“It is by lending his body to the world – reminds Merleau-Ponty – that the painter transforms the world into a painting. In order to understand this transubstantiation, we must see the body as operational and effective, not as an area of space, a stack of functions, but a web of vision and movement.” In this way, Montani establishes his own pictorial vocabulary, a condensed poetic language, which is simultaneously essential and visionary, distinguished by an ancient and primitive dimension, it becomes a code and language: reminiscent of an ideogram, it becomes pictorial shorthand, a metamorphic series of visual clues. In this way, his evanescent landscapes emerge amongst mist and apparitions, they almost become painted holograms, brought to life with a binary colour contrast: the sandpaper background and the epiphany of pure colour, which appear like a dance, where upward movement can be glimpsed.
The visual architecture is organised according to a system of signals and information where the natural forms appear to autogenically hatch, in the same manner as a biological excrescence which preludes birth, as the developments of thoughts. The fluid colour masses, with loose delimitations, hardly appear at the “edge” of the work: blurry, inconstant lines, at times denser and heavier materi-al-based, appear vague across the painting surface, in their quest to settle, to find a balanced entropic force."
Eugenio Viola, Chief Curator of Mambo Museum, Bogotà, Colombia; Curator of the Italian pavillon at La Biennale di Venezia 2022