Well, Marco grew up in Pedrouços, in the outskirts of Porto, got into music and ended up playing organ. He experimented with design, practiced the art of to do and to undo with posters and others as such. He embedded himself with screen printing and eventually made his mark. Lived in Rio de Janeiro, where he worked and learned amongst Parque Lage’s palm trees. Found himself painting. Returned to Porto and that’s it. Now he exhibits at a former butcher shop in Bolhão, or was he not the son of a former tenant and this, his wandering childhood place. It is somewhat a manifesto.
Not oblivious to style, and definitely, not oblivious of style. Therefore, when we see an old man, a dog or a motorcycle; Palm trees, a walking feet or a staring ox; A police car, a bad word or a dignified chicken, it is probably that. Does it seem too little?
If some remind us of Pedrouços, others take us on a cramped stroll to Humaitá in Rio, all of them washed down with a very homely version of what is it to be popular. It is simple.
If asked about the soundtrack for these works, he possibly would recommend others to look for answers. But the fact is that the works were not made from scratch.