Simona Marchini
When I saw the first of Giuliani’s works in the gallery, a double apse imbued with strength and softness at the same time, I felt I had to get to know the artist better. So I simply went to see him, with Giuseppe Salvatori. My initial intuition wasn’t wrong: I met someone who, owing to that obscure alchemy that unites people, was just as I had perceived. That is, as extremely poetic and as structured, as delicate and as robust, as impalpable and as concrete (like his stone, and his land) as one could imagine. It was not at all difficult to “feel” his uncorrupted, expansive soul. We talked and expressed more than our words conveyed. Esteem was the inevitable outcome.