Keep your electric eye on me, babe…He cried so much his face was wet, so I knew he was not lying…We can be heroes, just for one day…Turn and face the strange…And my God’s love be with you.
I once shook his strong, soft hand when he played BC Place Stadium on a night when I was working the back stage–a highlight of my life.
He gave us so much and now we have to go on without him. RIP David Bowie
Here’s a link to a great article on Brain Pickings about artists and writers, which likens the making of art to a form of prayer. Unfortunately, praying to my memory will not produce this Mexican artist’s name. Anybody know, please fill me in. :)
Excerpts from Diego Rivera’s massive murals in the National Palace of Mexico in Mexico City, this one obviously depicting the onslaught of degradation brought about by the arrival of Cortes.
This one, if memory serves, depicts the rise of the age of mechanization, symbolized by the dark hands rising–with an ominous centrality–amid everyday life.
A silk-screen reproduction of the painting below hangs in my home (the winged serpent Quezalcoatl on the left). Its message of power, surrender, sacrifice, acceptance and transcendence always moves me.
For 25+ years I have carried in my wallet a well-worn piece of paper on which I wrote a quote apparently by Quetzalcoatl: You are to wander in and out of strange villages. Perhaps no one will favour you, perhaps none will buy your wares, but do not turn back, do not give up, there is something the Lord of the Universe will assign you.