He came and met us and blew our minds. It was all worth while.

Underpainting of my Bowie inspiration. I still have quite a way to go on it. I haven't even started with the oil yet.

    So I've been working on a painting the soonest moment that I heard David Bowie passed.  I never could have prepared myself for the way I felt. 
    I was visiting my oldest brother and his family when my wife told me the news.  She asked me if I was alright, of coarse I was alright.  Right? That night on our 4 hr trip home we listened to two videos from his last album.  Those two songs resonated within me as we listened multiple times on the trip home.  Am I alright?  I could feel tears welled up as I thought about those songs, and all of his other music I've listened to many times over.  I thought about films he played in that my sisters and I would repeatedly watch.  He was never going to make anything ever again.
    I never get that sad about a celebrity passing.  He was more than a celebrity to me though.  He was a fellow artist spreading his thoughts, experiences, stories, and passion the way he knew how.  He knew how to do that for sure.  His work not only inspired me, it was a thumb print on moments of my life.  Certain songs take me back to my childhood, love gained/lost, emotional states, my artistic discoveries. 
    I am alright.  HIS artistic journey is just as much a part of my life as MY OWN.  of coarse in a different way.  My David Bowie painting is a way for me to deal with his passing as much as it is a respectful way for me to celebrate these gifts he has given me, and anyone who cares to take time to appreciate.  I hope you all can appreciate his gifts, and my homage to his artistic journey.        

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