When we talk about artists, we usually define the essence of their material through the perspective of uniqueness. On the other hand, the master Zeriali accompanies us on the way out of this factory of uniqueness that modern art has become. Zeriali digs, copies, hits, bites, scratches away the first layer of paint of all those who have created masterpieces , who smeared canvases and generated life and color through the image. Thus, while seeking the security and solidity of the great classical painters memorized like a Christmas poem in a school of the 70s, he invents nineteenth-century transparencies and softness with ease, lightly, without the pomposity of someone brandishing the technique as a useless just do it. The Maestro Zeriali was not born a painter. Born creator of light. A 20-year career inventing the luminous depths of the great European rock tours and the melancholy suffused atmospheres of the sacred theaters of Rome, Paris and Brussels. And after so much light, so much chromatic spectrum drawn in the three dimensions of the stage, the maestro forces, imprisons and forces the light into the two dimensions, unleashing the dynamics of depth through a morbid and intimate relationship with the power of the colours. Finding a unique artist is not too difficult. Finding one capable of synthesizing the uniqueness in an integral kaleidoscope of emotions is a surprise that you mustn't miss.