Alfredo Marchesi - Milan, 27 March 1973
The powers of the mind, the intellect, genius, are the greatest forces that Nature, created by God, distributes to the human race.
His appearance, (the last animal created by God in His likeness) on all fours, foraging, bewildered, lost nothing for all that.
He concentrated, grew, multiplied, understood himself. He began to scratch marks upon the boulders, to clothe himself, and, out of the necessity of life, to extend the intricate tangle of the heap of his powers.
The way had its beginning. The pairing was created (Art-Man). You, Angelo Marchetti, whose life rises towards the sublime while still of an unripe age; it is as if you were venturing into a dense wood where the light filters faintly among the centuries-old trees, where the horizon is barely glimpsed, now serene, now overcast with clouds. Only at the setting of the sun do you notice that the day is drawing to its close, by the slanting position that leaves the summits in shadow, filtering through the sparser trunks.
You return home gathering the canvases barely sketched, and follow the path flanked by the stream that gives you joy at the sight of it; you hear the murmur of the water flowing down to the plain, which gives you that sense of well-being and a tranquillity for your work.
Your sensibility, the gathering of images, conjured by the imagination, your artistic capacity which we observe upon your canvases, make us partakers in the delight of the spirit, forgetting for a moment the bitterness of everyday life...
...You did not lead yourself; you followed the truth that God favours and that we all admire; you have reached the highest peaks an artist can attain, making yourself a Master of the future generations that will devote themselves to the study of the Fine Arts."
English translation produced with the aid of artificial intelligence. The authoritative text is the Italian original.