Marylin is recognizable as a magazine image, printed and consumed at once, barely held back by the matter.

Around her the surface emerges in dense strokes of the palette knife: ultramarine blue, magenta, red, yellow and deep blacks overlap in layers, letting the weave of the canvas and the relief of the paint show through. The colour does not describe: it covers, assaults, erases, and then once more lets the fragment of the icon resurface.