On his interplanetary travel, it seems like Bowie’s time on earth was up. My personal sadness for his premature departure evoked and commissioned this image from my mind. (The image was later harnessed to Artzi’s column in ‘7 days’)
Like most people experiencing their teens in the 70’s and beyond, it was Bowie who shared, informed, designed and seasoned the minds of our forming and confused minds.
He was a partner for our most intimate moment, aroused emotions, which had no name, yet were strong and meaningful for our susceptible hearts.
Wherever you go, keep on the good work. There’s no one like you.