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Other details :
Artwork unmounted, but already framed and ready to hang.
Dimensions :
35.8x24in
About this artwork
This Marianne—Shepard Fairey's version—haunted me for a long time.
An ultra-graphic visual, reduced to the essentials.
Less is more… but sharp.
I wanted to make it my own, without betraying it.
Bring him a little of my material, a little of my grain.
So I injected my squares into it - my graphic signature - I saturated the colors,
and slipped into the composition another figure of the Republic: Brigitte Bardot.
BB, in black and white, stencil… style, blends into the letters of the national motto.
His initials are displayed in sixties font, somewhere between a committed manifesto and a pop nod.
And above all, the republican red fades to reveal a gingham pattern:
BB's iconic fabric — as French as a tricolor cockade.
It's an unlikely encounter.
A mashup of political art, fashion icon, and my obsession with visual rhythm.
Mister Marcus is a French visual artist from the Paris region. His eye was trained on Jamie Reid's punk posters, Jano and Margerin's rock comics, and imported vinyl covers. He composes his paintings as one constructs a piece: with tension, rhythm, and visual ruptures. His square—a recurring motif—acts like a riff, a memory cell, or a pixel of chaos. Everything is handmade. What looks like collage is acrylic. What seems accidental is thought out. His works tell fragmented visual stories, somewhere between personal memory and collective icons.