OZZANO EMILIA (BOLOGNA) – How many undergraduates have collapsed at the finish line. Even Andrea Pazienza, the comic genius, nay, genius of Italian design. “A degree, DAMS will give me the honorary when I have sixty years,” he said, Gascon as always, in a television interview in 1987. He pointed out: “If there is still the Dams, when I’m sixty.” Pause, smile: “If I’m still me, when I’m sixty years …”. DAMS is still there, though the game. Paz unfortunately not. On the day of its sixty candles is coming, is on 23 May, but twenty-eight years the world must go on without his ‘cartoons’ like belittled him, Gascon also on the contrary.
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No one knows how it would be patience in sixty years. Imagine it seems impossible to think like Peter Pan in a queue to INPS counters, or the Little Prince doing analysis for the prostate. Then I try to guess the pretty face of Michael, his brother, who now has fifty-eight years, when I opened the door of his Ozzano dell’Emilia carpeted apartment of Andrea drawings. But he even recognizes and says “expect”, and comes back with a drawing. The profile of a seated man, balding, big nose, butt in his mouth, pencil in hand; and the sign is unique, unmistakable, of Patience. And there is an inscription below: ‘APaz fifty-six years.’ “It came out three years ago from the drawers of a friend.” Paz has littered the world of drawings, fortunately, for some years, his brothers Michael and Mariella on one side and his wife Marina Comandini other are doing somersaults to recover and rebuild the archive of what just one careless or ignorant could refuse to consider a big picture master of the twentieth century.
short imagined mature man, not to say old, he called him “the old Paz “already at twenty. gruff expression, but wiry, back straight and above all: pencil in hand.” of this we can be certain: he never stopped drawing, “says Michele.” but when it turned out this plan, there we were all a bit ‘so. For Andrea did not exist in the future. But his mind that was worth three times more than ours. Andrea has lived years worth decades. Andrea died of old age. ” Moreover, his date of death had written it himself in an autobiography: “I will die 6 January 1984″. Missed defects of four years. He died at thirty-two, a June night, in his farmhouse in Montepulciano, where he had fled from something that if it continued, that last fatal “sketch”, which was not a picture, that nobody talks about, but everyone knows.
“When I look at pictures of us together”, are all there under the desk glass, “how do you think I feel? But Andrew would not have been able to grow old. How rock stars. the physicality, the nerves were the his life. Where was getting at, I do not think if it ever asked for. What he wanted to do, he knew. he wanted to satisfy their wants. What? Of all the things that made him feel like it. Yes, but then ?, the reproached when we studied together Bologna, he Dams I Agraria. Then nothing, looked at me without understanding the objection. bulimia has filled the life of pleasures and troubles, and eventually taken away it to him. But he knew it, he focused his life for do everything before it was too late. ” He said “patience has a limit but no Patience”, instead there was even for him.
But if you imagine the future of the Dorian Gray of the markers also made him, at least once, we try to so can we. Where we would find today? In an art gallery? “The exhibitions of things hanging on the wall bored him, however, has exposed … It was a living contradiction Andrea. For a gallery owner who was friendly and who paid him well, he would.” The antitechnological Paz went on the threshold of the digital age. Today it would be in front of a computer? “But are you kidding? For Andrea did not ask even to attack the TV plug. Draw the mouse? Negative.”
But here intervenes Nicola, that his uncle has a little ‘expression, and how he does the art school: “Dad, there are electronic boards, as you draw with pencil and appears on the screen.” Moreover, the polymorphic Andrenza had time to use the technological innovations of the fax. He designed it with the black posca, his fax, enthusiastic as a child no longer have to go to the post office to post the cartoons on Linus or Cannibal: “Even Spaz has telefacs! The telespaz!”. Never underestimate the adaptability of genius.
What if you became an actor? With posters for Fellini, one foot at Cinecitta had it … “Why not? He was handsome, an Adonis, was seductive, and he knew it. But he could only play in the role of himself.” Even his sturiellèt maybe they were projections of himself. “Of course. He had all his characters.” Who in particular? “Maybe Colasanti beauty, certainly Pompey, which is its biggest thing.” Even Zanardi? The tremendous Zanardi, ruthless, cynical, violent? “When Andrea was drawing, he was in another world. Heart, brain, hands tied by nerves, drew furious, fast, chasing all the emotions, he could be moved to tears or get caught by adrenaline.” It was his stories, came in person in his stories. Nostalgic, like the summers in San Menaio. O goggled as the Paz adventures and Pert, he and Pertini, drew a book in three days. APaz of things.
And then, basically, everything began to be an actor. “In our room, in San Severo, as children, between the two beds he recited all the characters of the stories we already drew on school notebooks, whole evenings of improvised stories, until mom called us for dinner. Not even one of those stories has never come to a conclusion … “. Here they are, those quadernini. The hand is already that, the link between words and signs already that. We must believe in the DNA, the innate genius exists. And on the front of one of those quadernini, what’s ever written? A date, 1968, Andrea was ten years old. And below, an inscription: “can last up to 2001″. There was already thinking, to the remote future. But the work of genius lasts even longer. You the man, unfortunately, that has a deadline.
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