If, like me, you were born in Britain in the early 6o's then your 'formative' years will have been influenced by David Bowie. On news of his recent death, I felt like a small but important part of me died too. Like the well-thumbed pages of a treasured book finally disintegrated and fell as dust. Those once warm and fond memories darkened a little and I felt a chill in the core of me. Perhaps my own mortality calling?

Acrylic and tears on Canvas