1954 Pino Procopio was born in Guardavalle (CZ) on June 16, the same year that Italian television was born, but, unlike television, he was born in color. His father, who at that time managed an appliance store, tried to sell him as a piece of furniture, but his mother strongly objected.

1957 While attending kindergarten in his town, he was attracted to the clay surrounding the building, with which he molded neo-primitive sculptures.

1960 He looked at the elementary school with a certain detachment, from the outside, well hidden. He spent his school hours in the orange groves, attracted by the chrome yellow of the oranges and the cinnabar green of the leaves, seeking a flutter of life. Among olive trees, with their tormented trunks. Twisted. And along the streams, the transparencies of the still water, broken by swift jumps. Despite these parallel interests, he passed elementary school with great success.

1967 Middle School, Catanzaro. The first year, the professors, fascinated by his knowledge, asked him for an encore and made him repeat it. He was punished for having created a series of erotic drawings (the texts were written by his desk-mate, the renowned writer Walter Rossi).

1970 He attended the first two years of art high school in the windy city of Catanzaro (the wind!). He read Mattia Preti, totally engrossed. He followed the artistic agitation of Mimmo Rotella from Catanzaro.

1971 His first painter's easel. Now there were two of them alone, one speaking, the other listening and smoking.

1974 Rome. After finishing high school, he enrolled in the faculty of architecture. Valle Giulia, by now boring and dusty. Gazes lost and now free from struggles. The lions were no more.

1975 On a very windy day, while crossing Piazza del Popolo in Rome, a sheet of paper with his address and phone number, ricocheting off the obelisk, stuck to the eyes of a Roman gallery owner. During his stay in the capital, he frequented various galleries and met numerous real artists, but also fake ones, the latter recognizable by their very, very strange clothing. During the great exhibition of Van Gogh's works at the Gallery of Modern Art, he queued for hours, but to admire the magnificent paintings of Antonio Corpora, exhibited on the floor below. He wrote two poems, the first dedicated to a life master, the other to the deep sea of Calabria, which he kindly spared us the publication of.

1980 His first exhibition. "La Bitta" Gallery. He met his first gallery owner. A gentleman. The exhibition, a great success. Other gentlemen would follow.

1981 In an unauthorized foundry in Rome, he cast four bronze sculptures. His true passion.

1983 On a lively March day, after finishing his university studies, feeling available and generous, he married a girl who, the day before, had waved to him from a passing train. Solo exhibition at the "La Riva" Gallery, Giulianova (TE). Skipping twenty years, thus sparing us the very boring (for the reader) list of galleries where he exhibited, the competitions he participated in, and the prizes won. Also because, as far as is known, he never won anything, having not participated in any competition, for fear of coming in second, or even worse, third. For some years now, he has received no more invitations. Anyway, and under pressing insistence, he shares with us three thematic exhibitions.

2005 The first: "Posta, stories of a century" tells us a hundred years of Italian Post with the patronage of the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications. In Rome.

2008 The second theatrically recounts the exploits of Ulysses, where Alcinous, in the role of impresario, provides him with the prop master, set designer, lighting director, and sound engineer. He particularly dwells on the episode of the Sirens as he states, with absolute certainty, that he saw two of them one autumn morning before dawn on a sandbank in the sea of Calabria. No more anise in his coffee from that morning. The exhibition was held at the Boncompagni Ludovisi Museum in Rome.

2010 At the "Arte Pentagono" Gallery in Pescara, "Pinocchio Jamaal, Mediterranean brother" tells the story of a Moroccan Pinocchio.

2012 Taking advantage of the naivety of about fifty kindergarten children, presenting himself with paternal, almost clerical manners, he announced a false drawing competition with the theme "animals of the savannah". As soon as he had the drawings, the Swift-saint ran to his studio and translated this precious material into large, primitive, new, fun, fast, and colorful pictorial works. He returned to ancient primitivism.

2013 The children are still waiting with tear-filled eyes for the results of the competition.
Today In Giulianova, he can sometimes be seen at Oreste's, his barber. No longer do black curls roll onto the barber's blue cape, but white and gray segments, the whole thing looking like a windy sea, "chi palumbija". Outside the barbershop, he can be heard mumbling "Oreste! A little respect! Change the color of your capes! Maybe white... or at most gray." The barber's scissors are the hands of life's inexorable clock.