Dario Cusani, Gulf of Gaeta with Painted Frame, Golfo di Gaeta, Painting, 1989

Pastel painting with painted frame realized by Dario Cusani in 1989. Certificate of authenticity by the Artist on photograph. I BECOME A PROFESSIONAL ARTIST (1986) In the spring of 1986, with the closure of the Reporter newspaper, I decided to abandon entrepreneurial activity by liquidating the SIPE Società Italiana Pubblicità Editoriale created only 2 years earlier. A very beautiful, but also challenging period was coming to an end which had prevented me from painting as I had done for more than 20 years. But I didn't abandon the world of communication for which I had become a journalist 10 years earlier. The only change was the way of communicating, no longer with words, but with the images that had crowded my DAYDREAMS since I was a child. Even if only in those dreams did the WHITE KNIGHT always arrive to protect me from the abuses I received for my shyness and naivety. This is why since I was a child I had brought those images onto paper with pencil and crayons, drawings that were lost! These, together with the music I played on the piano both made me sail into the fantastic worlds of my imagination. A gift that I owe to my parents whom I gratefully thank. That change of job was also of life and gave me a charge of ATOMIC ENERGY which sent me fantastic images of real life which crowded my mind and I threw myself headlong into the new job. The first image was linked to an event a few months earlier when I went from Rome to Milan for work. City in which my twin brother Sergio lived who, at the behest of our father, had moved from Naples at the age of 18 (1966) to study economics at the famous Bocconi University. Sergio made me accompany him to his gigantic Mercedes and there on the dashboard I discovered a strange black object. I asked the driver what it was and he told me. “By the way, let us inform you that we are arriving a little late… yes, doctor, it's a mobile phone and yes, I'm in a car!”. I was surprised at the new thing that entered my brain. So it was that, after the turbulent phase of the closure of Reporter and my company and the sudden decision to dedicate myself to art as a form of "communication", that image of the telephone resurfaced! Then the KNIGHT ON THE TELEPHONE was born, his first work and his first research as a "professional artist". POST FUTURISM, that world after the future that brilliant people had donated to humanity with their inventions: the computer and the mobile. I believe they were the 2 brilliant and positive inventions of the end of the second millennium that no one at the time could have imagined to what extent they would change life on Earth in the immediate future!!! INTERIOR The same year 1988, a few months after the start of "chromatic", the research "Interni" was born from the cult of the house that the Neapolitans have and moreover from the love that my mother Lidia had and that she passed on to me! from her, from a bourgeois family of aluminum industrialists, I learned that the home is people's refuge from the outside world; it is the place where family and friends welcome... Then I discovered that in Naples the house is the "portrait" of those who live there, whether it is the castle or villa of the rich nobleman or the "home" of the poor commoner! In Neapolitan we say "vascio", that which is "below" the street level in this case! All homes have the same decorum, love and respect for self and others! After the first "interiors" of family homes (of my parents, brothers and mine), of friends and of various collectors, there was a new event. The "handover" between the "chromatic" works with the "interiors". with “chromatic” I had represented the suffering relationship of the human being with the outside world and other living beings… that is, my self-portrait of the first 40 years of life! So the "interiors" I made the "inner" portrait of myself and the people, in the relationship between the external and internal world, that is, between oneself and other people, both loved and hated! But in any case not depicted or recognisable, the people in general that everyone knows and faces in life for better or for worse.