In Marceau’s painting, a mass of faces gaze directly ahead. Hundreds if not thousands of little specks representing people in the far distance. An audience, if you will. Their eyes all focused. Many have stage makeup applied—painted cheeks, dark lipstick. A few are Pierrots, a few nude women with big, round nipples. Their faces are placid, cast in a pink glow.
Another is tinted blue. Again, the mass of faces, eyes forward. Each mouth forms a wide, toothy grin. It’s sinister. There are no Pierrots this time, but many in the audience directly resemble Marceau with his wiry hair, deep-set eyes, big nose. Again, the big-chested women in front, barely contained by their bras.
Bip at the Circus. Bip in the Crowd. Bip in the Country. In Bip’s Dream, he flies over the tiny city in a dark blue night. In Bip’s Arrest, a cop apprehends him in front of a crowd of people, in a glowing red city. The Death of Pierrot and the Birth of Bip. Bip Is Possessed by His Dreams. Vultures Scrutinize Bip. Bip’s Imitators. The Angel Bip Rises. Two paintings called Bip’s Despair.