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Dunedin, New Zealand
Dear Reader,
In the small, grey seaside town of Ashbridge in 1971, a boy named Marc Ferguson did something no one
expected.
He was only 11, but he already spent his afternoons with paint on his fingers, his schoolbooks forgotten
under the bed. That summer, he sat cross-legged on the floor of his parents’ shed, staring at a blank sheet
of paper.
What came out of him that day would shake everyone who saw it.
He called it Smoke Kills — a haunting painting of a human skull clenching a cigarette between its teeth,
while black chimneys in the distance belched heavy smoke into a sickly sky.
The school principal called it “macabre.” His parents called it “disturbing.” But an art teacher, who had
studied in London, said quietly: “This boy is decades ahead of his time.”
Marc kept painting. Always painting.
He grew up, but he never stopped being that boy who saw the truth in things and dared to put it on paper.
He painted The Maelstrom, a swirling chaos of color and form. Then The Mobius, an impossible ribbon
twisting into itself. And then, years later, a breathtaking series of collages so intricate and evocative that a
prestigious gallery invited him to show them alongside his early masterpiece, Smoke Kills.
Now, Marc Ferguson is 66. He works quietly in his studio, surrounded by his vault of originals —
paintings and collages that are now valued in the millions of dollars. But he has never sold a single
original.
Why?
Because, as he says: “I make them to live with me. But I share them so others can live with them too.”
Instead, Marc offers exquisite fine art prints, made on the finest paper, carefully rolled and shipped in a
sturdy airmail tube to art lovers anywhere in the world.
People frame them, hang them, and watch the value rise — not just in dollars, but in the beauty they bring
to their lives.
His studio still smells of paint and paper, his greatest love still the act of creation itself.
You can see his work — including Smoke Kills, The Maelstrom, The Mobius, and his celebrated collages
— and even pick one to fill that bare wall of yours with a truly remarkable piece of art.
At a jolly good size, and at a price that seems almost too reasonable given the hands that made it.
Visit Marc’s world, and bring a little of it home:
Arthur had just painted a landscape. The studio rang with applause. I decided that this would be a dramatic moment for me to make my entry. To the amazement of all my friends, I strode over to the large empty canvas and picked up a large medical book and began cutting out a heart. I glued it onto the canvas. This was followed up by the gluing on of a brain. Followed by a question mark above the word God. Next I cut out an inner ear and a DNA spiral. This was followed by the fixing of a human eye to the canvas. I hunted through more books for other pictures to glue on. I had been collecting these books for weeks to help me make this artwork.
I cut and glued, cut and glued and I forgot the people around me. I forgot the hour, the place, and the breathless onlookers. The little world I lived in seemed to fade – seemed to grow dim – unreal. Only the collage was real. Only the cutting and gluing was real. Only the pictures and the rapidly filling up canvas held my focus. It seemed as though the master artist himself, the Holy Ghost residing in my subconscious mind was working through my eyes and my hands. Speaking to me through the medium of art. In words but also in pictures.
I pasted the words I had chosen to use on the collage. Now the canvas needed colors added in between the outer edges of all the images I had placed. I began with a deep blue and then changed to a deep purple. And then a sky blue at the bottom of the collage that was now very much finished.
The studio resounded with a sudden roar of applause. I found myself surrounded by excited faces. How my friends carried on! Men shook my hand – wildly congratulated me – pounded me on the back in their enthusiasm! Everyone was exclaiming with delight – plying me with rapid questions. Marc! Why didn’t you tell us you were an artist. And then I told them about the day I visited the best art gallery in the city and the manager asked me to do 10 more collages like my Brain Collage and he would organize an exhibition of my art works.
Quit your kidding Arthur said, you’ve been doing art for years. Then I told them the whole story. How I did two works of art at age 12 and they drew such an emotional response I put down my brushes. And in time I began my quest to establish what I believed was the one and only one primary cause of cancers, diseases and mental illnesses. But now that this art work is finished it can be used to advertise my invention of Breath of God. It is engineered to provide healing to those who are suffering from a medical illness. Soon I will return to my art and never stop ever again.
Dear Friend,
Marc Ferguson is not your typical world-famous artist.
He doesn’t hold gallery auctions. He doesn’t sell to billionaires. And he never parts with a single original.
Instead, he’s done something far more generous—and revolutionary.
Marc Ferguson makes every one of his breathtaking works available as fine art prints. Rolled gently.
Shipped globally. And offered at prices so reasonable, critics have called it “the most democratic move in
modern art this decade.”
His work isn’t just beautiful. It’s transformational.
People say they experience healing through art therapy just by hanging his prints on the wall. Collectors
write in to say they’ve finally been able to find art that brings peace and happiness—not just something to
impress the neighbors.
His pieces are used in homes, offices, therapy rooms, and quiet corners all over the world. Why? Because
they invite self-expression with art for mental health—they don’t scream for attention. They whisper
something true to your soul.
So whether you’re looking for modern art prints for home that mean something…
Or you’re simply searching for a gift that heals, inspires, and endures…
You’ll find it at marcferguson.art
No middlemen. No galleries. Just direct access to the artist—and art that might just change your life.
Yours in beauty,
The Studio of Marc Ferguson
Peace. Color. Clarity.
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