It is with profound sadness that we announce that the master Guido Dettoni della Grazia passed away during the night.

His passing represents a great loss for all who had the privilege of knowing him, working by his side, and sharing in his creative universe. Throughout his career, Guido Dettoni della Grazia distinguished himself not only through his talent and artistic vision, but also through his extraordinary humanity, his generosity, and his remarkable ability to inspire everyone around him.

His thought, his work, and the mark he has left on so many projects and in so many people will continue to live on in the legacy he entrusts to us.

 

We wish to share this news with all the friends, followers of his work, and collaborators who over the years have been part of his professional and human journey.

 

In the coming days, we will share information about any gatherings or spaces of remembrance that may be organized to honor his memory.

 

The funeral service will take place on Sunday, March 8, at 1:00 PM at the Sant Gervasi Funeral Home in Barcelona (Spain).

QUIXOTESANCHO

The Quixotesancho Transmutation held in 2005 in Argamasilla de Alba, La Mancha, Spain, lead the artist to this vision of both Quixote and Sancho represented as a unity. The original sculpture is cast in bronze á la cire perdue, and it is placed on iron stilts on a swivel base lifting it so that the stilt-walking becomes a rotation that makes their images overlapping. The vision of unity is so enhanced.

Up to now only one copy 9+*1,70 m high of the rotating sculpture has been realized (private collection). An edition of the same, but 55 cm high has followed.

The sequence of these images shows the moments of the rotation of the sculpture QUIXOTESANCHO. Inspired by it, Eugeni Muriel composed the music.

El Quixotesancho de Guido Dettoni

Cabalgan Sancho Panza y Don Quixote por la Mancha,

regresan a sí mismos,

dejando atrás exilios de rutinas,

los viejos sinsabores,

las horas desabridas.

Se adentran

lanza en ristre

por las tierras del siempre y el jamás,

del sueño enfebrecido,

del anhelo impaciente.

Se aprestan a existir,

a galopar,

unidos sus destinos a un tiempo ya sin tiempo.

Somos nosotros,

están en nuestras manos,

surgen de nuestro gesto,

nos cuentan nuestro afán

como un espejo antiguo,

como alguien que éramos.

Persiguen su aventura,

montados en un mismo Rocinante,

atraviesan el aire,

dibujan sus ojos sobre el mundo,

presos del arrebato,

deshaciendo horizontes.

Carles Duarte
20 de Julio de 2006