i just woke up to a nightmare where i met and befriended david bowie and he died shortly after. They wanted me to memorialize his home and place a few of my art pieces inside. Everything went wrong with my relationships with my friends. Everyone lost their mind. my amazing, enlightened world turned into a hell hole. everything seemed to be happening in real time, and the experience felt more like a foreshadowing then something i made up inside myself.
David Bowie Died Today
for those of you who don’t know I have a deep connection with him as an artist. He is my muse, my idol, my everything. I feel completely connected with a person I have never even met before. I known so many friends who have met him. I live in the same city as him. I always felt like one day we would meet and it fills me full of hope and fear.
if he dies I’ll cry out on the streets of Brooklyn. I will dedicate my life work to honoring his memory.