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for the memory of David Bowie

While walking through the arid plains back from some-where, I passed through a gigantic engraved gray gate that symbolizes the formal entrance to the wildernesses of no-where.

I encounter a strange desert nomad wearing a brown cloak, hanging on his back with a camel-colored cross strap tied to both ends, is a strange stringed musical instrument, similar to a small elongated guitar.

Now I know that this strange instrument that plays a heavenly sound is a hybrid of mandolin and violin.

I am trying to look at this stranger's face that was hidden deep inside the dark brown hood, I am unable to see anything besides his deep blue eyes, one eye was colored as the earth and the other as bluish skies.

I felt like he was scanning me, looking to find out who I was, to understand who am I...

“I’m that stranger who’s walking in the eternal sand of the desert of the lost souls” I whispered.

I presented myself as a wanderer who roams around without any known route. for no apparent reason.

״I’m that heārtist who draws his inspiration from the voids of infinity investigates and learns from the signs that were left by the lost souls for the ones who seek the answers to the questions that nobody dares to ask…״

The wanderer listens to me, smiles lightly, and does not utter a word as he stares at the twilight sunrise, observing the rising purple sun.

A magical light washes the skies and reflects the ground, the magical dawn of the night has been broken into shiny lights and I sensed that it is time to rest from the day's hardships.

we climbed a giant level stair to reach the plain surface under the shade of an ancient ficus and lit a fire before the night fell.

The strange vagabond pulls out his mandolin, and signed with his finger to be quiet, "shhh", his cape slips from his head and reveals a tattoo of a black star near the end of his left cheek consisting of countless small dots reminiscent of stardust, and on the right side like lightning on his head.

I noticed his blue eye like a raging river, the pupil of his left eye is much larger than his other eye, this is without a doubt the extraterrestrial Ziggy Stardust aka David Bowie.

The purple sun is setting now, the black star or extraterrestrial associated with the spiders from Mars has left, and my time was over, I removed my mantle and said goodbye in my heart to the man who sold the world, I think the words of the song sum up our meeting perfectly.


The Man Who Sold the World (lyrics):

We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
I laughed and shook hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
We walked a million hills
I must have died alone
A long, long time ago
Materials: Digital art, acrylic on plexiglass/tempered glass

Title: ziggy’s blāck stardust - Dāvid Bowie (lēgends)
Specialty: 3 moons effect
Copyright: the heārtist

School of Magic Arcanas: • Necromancy • Evocation • Transmutation • Illusion