David Bowie: the Moksha and Immortality of Art

“I’ll be free, just like that bluebird.”

  It’s believed yogis knew the time of their death. Their followers would gather around in prayer, devotion, and with ease and grace the last breath would come. People can be sinners or saints; David Bowie lies somewhere outside the fray. A flamboyant performer of boundless creativity, a private family man - it’s the dichotomy of early age decadence and later year maturity that keeps Bowie a captivating and impossible human with an immortal legacy in the music and art world. Artist ‘til the end, on the deathbed altar of music, arguably some of his most influential work fifty years forward will be the Davie Jones blindfolded, black button-eyed amalgamated visions of dying and transcendence

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