From a Lightning Bolt of genius to a Black Star's darkening rays.

David Bowie was a creative beacon for me.
He is one of the artists who have enthralled and fascinated me the most.

But, very oddly and unlike other artists whose works have played such a determining role in my own artistic development that I felt the urge to meet them personally through my work, I never dreamt, at no time, to meet David Bowie "for real".

Perhaps the reason for this is that, unlike Elton John who as an artist has never had anything to offer but his own soul through the genius of his music (eg his complex human nature and an exponential sensitivity, so easily visible in spite of the facade of glitter and despite the intimidating scope of his extraordinary talents as a musician, composer and singer), I always felt about David Bowie that the odds of meeting David Jones behind the Bowie's multiple personas were virtually non-existent. And by this, I specifically mean a meeting occurring within the context of a work process, not that of the fan in relation to the artist.

De facto, the creator of Ziggy Stardust, Aladdin Sane, Halloween Jack or the Thin White Duke has brilliantly (the word is weak) staged a succession of characters, convenient smokescreens that camouflaged his real self.

All of these successive impersonations have been invented, manufactured and sometimes borrowed from the trends, art forms and cultural settings explored and developed by others, such as the mime Lindsay Kemp’s eccentric, unwholesome and ahead of his time "decadent" worlds, the Japanese Kabuki or the codes of American "Philly" Funk-Soul Music, and last but not least, William Burroughs's writing protocols of collages and assemblages of random words...