David Bowie

Over time, our choices start to form a theme, an overarching message to the world about us and what we stand for. I think about it like a motto on a coat of arms, or the mission of an artistic ministry. What does our work stand for?

There has been no shortage of wreckage at our feet from this past year and we’ll have to clean it up. There is no getting around that. But kindly, there is a rope ladder to ascend.

I wanted to draw portraits of luminaries who symbolize the blessings of a free, open society that seems suddenly, tragically, imperiled as 2016 draws to a close. Sadly, it was a crowded field.

Are we Gen Xers so close to these artists because we were the last generation to save up our money to buy vinyl records?

I’m in a new band and we’re having trouble selling our t-shirts, albums, stickers. How can we sell more merch at our live performances?

Cartoonist Edie Everette shares her most beloved David Bowie memories.

He inspires me still in the way he faced death. He wrote music, he sang, arranged and produced while battling this illness.

I was happily writing this post sometime around midnight on Sunday and in striking range of finishing it off. I took a little break and got on Facebook. Big mistake (as usual). I saw David Bowie had died.