Assisi hosted a Memorial Ceremony in honour of Guido Dettoni della Grazia, who passed away on 6 March 2026. It was a special occasion that brought together family, friends, colleagues and admirers from around the world to remember and pay tribute to his life, his work and the lasting legacy he leaves behind as an artist, a friend and a human being.
Words by Carles Duarte
Catalan poet and linguist

Photo: Mauro Berti
Today we gather in Assisi, in the church of Santa Maria delle Rose, to remember Guido and celebrate the thirtieth anniversary of the conception of a work destined to warm our hearts and accompany us along the winding paths of life.
Maria, by Guido Dettoni della Grazia, is a sculpture of extraordinary aesthetic quality, capable of conveying an essential and imperishable beauty. At the same time, it is a profoundly and radically spiritual work, inviting us to venerate Mary, the Mother of God, not through a distant sentiment or conventional devotion, but through an intense and primordial emotion, as we come to feel her within us, through our eyes and our hands.
In his book, Guido tells us that rather than creating Maria, he found her in his hands as he modelled a piece of wax he had purchased during a journey to Mexico. The way he describes this makes me think of the wonderful tradition of Madonnas discovered in remote places high in the mountains, such as the Virgin of Núria in Catalonia or Our Lady of Meritxell in Andorra.
True art transcends the centuries and connects generations of human beings. Only a few people, endowed with exceptional talent and sensitivity, are capable of interpreting that which transcends us. Guido Dettoni achieved this masterfully. He did so in several of his creations, but none has attained such a wide international presence and such unanimous recognition as this Maria, which wisely resists the temptation to reproduce a tangible human body. So many of us wish to have her beside us, to pray with her.
The extraordinary journey undertaken by Maria, and the richness of the many forms this fascinating sculpture has taken over the years — with the infant Jesus, holding a vessel in her hands, with the dove of peace, kneeling in prayer — are explored in the book we present today. Guido Dettoni completed it himself, in an act of remembrance and gratitude that we cherish all the more now that his heart — so luminous! — has ceased to beat. As we turn the pages, we can understand the origins and meaning of this magnificent work of art and spirituality, while also retracing the history of the places that have welcomed it and the wooden, marble and resin garments it has worn.
Our esteemed and deeply missed Guido is more alive and present among us than ever, thanks to his brilliant insights. With a humility that makes him an even more unique and extraordinary artist, Guido Dettoni speaks of Maria as a Madonna he found, as though creating her had been a gift bestowed upon him. A gift he wished to share with all of us, and with those who will have the opportunity to discover her for the first time from now on.
Yet we have gathered here in Assisi also because we are brought together by the pain of absence, by the sudden loss we feel as an open wound. We miss Guido Dettoni’s always lucid and inspiring words, and it saddens us that we can no longer embrace him as we always did.
This is why we recognise, more than ever, the importance of the hours we spent with him in friendship, and of the lessons he left us — a force that bound us together so powerfully. Guido lives on in our memories and in his artistic creations. And from now on, he will also live on in this book, which he has left us as a testament that makes us feel his presence and helps us to understand and appreciate even more deeply his life and his legacy.
Many of us consider Guido Dettoni della Grazia indispensable to understanding who we are and how we make sense of our experience of living in community with others. Today, some of us are here in Assisi representing a veritable multitude of people scattered across the world.
This gathering would not have been possible without the love and thoughtful, enthusiastic commitment of his daughter Ida, who, as she did when Guido was alive, has devoted herself with discernment and generosity to her father’s work — and now also to preserving his memory.
To her and to her brothers, Axel and Pax, we offer our immense gratitude and our commitment to stand by their side in defending, upholding and promoting the legacy Guido Dettoni has left to all humanity — a legacy whose beauty and light remain undiminished.
Assisi, 12 september 2026
Memorial Ceremony for Guido Dettoni della Grazia
POEM
Catalan
Per a Ida i tots els qui ens hi vam aplegar
Tantes vides,
tants gestos
que les pedres preserven
en aquesta ciutat murallada,
costeruda i antiga,
arrapada a la roca
des de temps ben llunyans.
Sant Rufí, sant Francesc, santa Clara
hi van néixer
i Maria,
que Guido Dettoni va crear
i va trobar-se entre els dits,
hi sojorna;
ara hi té,
vestida de fustes i marbre,
un bellíssim recer,
des de l’Alfa a l’Omega,
a cavall entre el verd de la plana
i els cims nus
de les altes muntanyes.
Ens convoquen a Assís
els records que estimem
i la llum i l’anhel de la pau.
Ens hi acullen,
fraternes,
unes càlides mans.
Hi arrelem per sentir-nos units,
compartint les mirades.
Carles Duarte i Motserrat
September 2026
English
For Ida and everyone who gathered with us
So many lives,
so many gestures
preserved by the stones
of this walled city,
steep and ancient,
clinging to the rock
since time immemorial.
Saint Rufinus, Saint Francis, Saint Clare
were born here,
and Mary,
whom Guido Dettoni created
and found himself holding between his fingers,
dwells here;
now she has here,
clothed in wood and marble,
a most beautiful sanctuary,
from Alpha to Omega,
suspended between the green of the plain
and the bare peaks
of the high mountains.
We are called to Assisi
by the memories we cherish,
by the light and the longing for peace.
We are welcomed,
in a spirit of brotherhood,
by warm and welcoming hands.
Here we put down roots to feel united,
sharing one another’s gaze.
