January 8th Dear David Bowie. I loved you so much. You died as you lived. Seemingly elegant, perfect, and always ahead of your time. Thank you for everything- your music, your sense of style, your way of life. What an exit. I can't remember being this sad since 1980. We are all here holding our stomachs. I can't believe you won't be back.
David Bowie's death affected me very deeply- just as his life and his art affected me. For some reason, in the days after he died, I was filled with a longing to paint. But here's the funny thing, I am not a painter. It was all a strange grief response. This is for you.