We are deeply saddened by the passing of Marjane Satrapi, the acclaimed Franco-Iranian artist, filmmaker, and author of the internationally celebrated graphic novel Persepolis who died at the age of 56.
Marjane Satrapi was a fearless voice for feminism, human rights, and freedom. Through her work and public engagement, she consistently advocated for women’s rights, standing in solidarity with the people of Iran and amplifying the message of the Woman, Life, Freedom movement on the global stage.
According to a statement from her family, Marjane Satrapi “died of sadness” a little more than a year after the passing of her husband, Mattias Ripa, a producer, actor, and screenwriter, who died on April 8, 2025.
Marjane Satrapi leaves behind a powerful cultural, artistic, and moral legacy. Her courage will continue to resonate far beyond her lifetime.
Narges Foundation
4 Jun 2026
#MarjanSatrapi
"Songs have their own individual character and you can’t treat each song the same way… There are songs that you have to sneak up on like you’re hunting for a rare bird, songs that come fully intact like a dream taken through a straw, songs that you find little bits of like pieces of gum under the desk… and songs that need to be bullied."
- Tom Waits
On my way back from Ukraine.🇺🇦
Another week there. Another return that feels different from the previous one.
What strikes me now is not simply that the country changes with each visit. It is the scale of the transformation. Every time I come back, Ukraine feels profoundly altered again- politically, physically, psychologically, biologically. A country fighting for its survival while rebuilding and reshaping itself at the same time.
For the last two years, I have been focusing on what has always obsessed me, what I understand well from my own experience: the human body. The body as the first place where violence is enacted. And the first place where resilience begins too. This time, however, not symbolically - literally.
Ukraine is changing its physical body every day.
I spent these days close to the bodies that will carry this war long after the last shot is fired. Long after the future agreements, negotiations, compromises, and diplomatic performances that people still imagine as “the end.”
But wars do not end when guns fall silent.
They continue in flesh. In amputated limbs. In phantom pain. In damaged nerves. In altered movement. In the exhausting effort of standing up again. In bodies that become landscapes where history remains permanently inscribed.
War is not only a frontline.
War is in human flesh.
I’ll keep telling you about that.
Les bonnes nouvelles sont rares! N’hésitons pas à les faire circuler . Au Texas, un réseau de pilotes d’avion vient en aide aux femmes en attente d’un avortement https://t.co/5PwdSlw3fG
C’est quoi le fascisme face à la Culture ? C’est ça.
C’est quoi la chasse aux juifs ? C’est ça !
C’est quoi la complicité ?
C’est justifier ça.
C’est quoi la lâcheté ? C’est faire semblant de ne pas voir ça.
Ma solidarité totale avec @joannsfar
“We turn our backs on nature; we are ashamed of beauty. Our wretched tragedies have a smell of the office clinging to them, and the blood that trickles from them is the color of printer's ink.”
— Albert Camus