When I heard David Bowie had died, I was in shock. Reality shattered. Time was moving like molasses. It was similar to the feeling that came over me when I heard my father passed away a couple of years ago. I always knew Bowie's death would hit me hard, but I never imagined it would feel like losing family. He really meant that much to me.
Inspired by Bowie turning death into a masterpiece, I decided to document my grief in a series of photos. I did what came naturally in the moment: donned a unitard, put on vibrant makeup, and played with shadows.
This is the first shot from the bunch. Thanks to Jack Graham for helping take some of the reference photos - some angles were hard to achieve without assistance.
This is the face of an artist who has lost her last living idol.