With the disappearance of Gennaro a whole period ended, a piece of reality that lived its program, its adventure and its heroes. Discussions about art, friendship and the future. Exhibitions, projects, paintings and videos. Dissent, misunderstanding and laughter. Everything in its time and everything was its time.
Mario Pesce goes to Fore with Gennaro: Mimmo, Lucio, Rossella and Gigìno Costner. The Powder Commander, Adelaide, me, Anna and Marco the Siculus. That Naples dies, the last piece of that Naples. It was still the city of Emilio Notte, Antonio Neiwiller and Massimo Troisi, the city of Corelli, Pulcinella and Almamegretta.
Today I embrace a Fender, my usual guitar, and in that city that I loved so much I don't know what the visual arts taught me: will I understand it? It was the 90s of the twentieth century, the Sonic Age.
Donato Arcella
Post scriptum -
A poetic thought to Carmen, Massimiliano and Marzia.
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