If you say run, I'll run with you
I first fell in love with David Bowie when I was 10 years old. A man with big hair, makeup and tights stole my heart and I paid three times for the privilege of sitting in a dark room to stare adoringly. Just me and the Goblin King. Not that other silly girl, whats-her-name.
It wasn't until a few years later, after wearing my Labyrinth tape thin, that I discovered the full breadth of Bowie's musical talents. He somehow made me feel alright, just being my awkward dorky self. He was so much larger than life and yet real and relatable at the same time- and it gave me the sense that anything could be possible for me too.
When I heard he'd passed, it felt like reality had gone slightly off kilter for a second. We don't expect our heroes to leave us. But he did, in the same 12 months as many others.
But as they say, the music lives on. And what a blessing that is so.
One line in his music will never leave me. I think its the most romanic lyric ever written and so Ive titled my tribute painting with his glorious words, 'If you say run, I'll run with you.'