Marc Martin

A young policeman apparently "well to do" is shaken by the awakening of his desires on the fringe: an interloped cabaret singer breaks into his well-ordered life.

The scars dancing across Baxter's transformed body mark a break. Artist Marc Martin explores the traces of a troubled past and a present lived as a choice, without masks.

Urinals have always had a bad reputation. Bringing colour and life to these long-gone meeting places in the shadow, that was my challenge. I wanted to restore their disturbing share of sensuality. For generations of men who were looking for adventures with other men, public toilets were privileged places for meeting and recognition.

A young policeman apparently "well to do" is shaken by the awakening of his desires on the fringe: an interloped cabaret singer breaks into his well-ordered life.

The scars dancing across Baxter's transformed body mark a break. Artist Marc Martin explores the traces of a troubled past and a present lived as a choice, without masks.

Urinals have always had a bad reputation. Bringing colour and life to these long-gone meeting places in the shadow, that was my challenge. I wanted to restore their disturbing share of sensuality. For generations of men who were looking for adventures with other men, public toilets were privileged places for meeting and recognition.

Urinals have always had a bad reputation. Bringing colour and life to these long-gone meeting places in the shadow, that was my challenge. I wanted to restore their disturbing share of sensuality. For generations of men who were looking for adventures with other men, public toilets were privileged places for meeting and recognition.