Marlene Dumas’ portrait of Marilyn Monroe
<p>I took my time in Palazzo Grassi, Venice one Sunday afternoon and discovered the magical portraits of Marlene Dumas. Many of them are ugly, distorted — far from glamour and beauty but they are so raw, so real — authentic portrayals of life.</p>
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<p><strong>Marlene Dumas. <em>Dead Marilyn</em>. 2008</strong></p>
<p>It has taken me a long time to put this experience into words. Sometimes I just tend to wait and see whether, after enough time has passed, an idea continues to enchant me. It turns out that Marlene Dumas’ work remains something that I constantly think about. I spent a whole week talking to everyone about her — about what she does as an artist.</p>
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