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Dado
was born 100 years ago
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Dado's coming!
The memory of the nephew Gianni Predieri, painter and architect in Venice.
In Bologna,
where most of the brothers and nephews were concentrated, this piece of
news created in everyone a widespread sensation that can be shortened
into one word: Agitation.
Just after the War, uncle Dado meant for us nephews marvellous stories
of Africa, his journeys, trips round Bologna in his mythical Millecento
E named the "lioness" and, above all, presents: for me my first
bicycle, a cardinal red Atala with wheels of white rubber and, later,
the wooden box with paint brushes and oil colours... it was his. At the
time, I couldn't imagine that Dado had given up painting, but to give
away his own colours could only mean that.
I was about ten years old when I started painting as if I had never done
anything else, to his surprise and that of many others. Since then he
has always been near, generous with advice and not only.
The years fly past and the meetings with Dado become sporadic although
always spectacular, I find him in the front row at the Marcialonga cross-country
ski race in Val di Fassa, the only representative of Argentina!
The colours on my palette begin to dry, taken over by architecture, while
Medy, Marco, Massimo and friends (Aldo Chiappelli and Osvaldo Piraccini)
talk to me about his intense pictorial activity. I see his pictures at
the show in Forlì (1983) and maybe here I should write about his
work...but painting is already difficult enough, let alone writing about
painting.
I can try to give some suggestion to the visitors at the Positano exhibition;
don't be misled by the simplicity of the themes and the subjects that
Dado treats, you won't find either cultural references or cultivated citations,
his is a meticulous and very personal research of the quality of painting,
little tormented brushstrokes to create now light, now volume until the
canvas is complete - which I venture to synthesize with an oxymoron: dramatic
calmness..
Garlic plait 50x65
(Private collection)