Green Horseman

There is no artist in Italy today who has, more than Cassinari, the gift of painting as pantheistic exaltation in colour, lyrical phantasmagoria and sensual gratification. And yet, periodically, he feels the need to return to sculpture: out of the same need for volumetric and plastic construction that disciplines his imagination as a “man of the Po plain rooted in the earth”, a need for concreteness and truthfulness of humours and senses.