From Ziggy to Blackstar

He never sat for this portrait. What you see is a frontal face held in grey mist, the hair dissolving at its edges into a…

He never sat for this portrait. What you see is a frontal face held in grey mist, the hair dissolving at its edges into a…
Only the secrets you keep from yourself matter …where we shadows end and begin.‘O, I like these lines.’he wrote to me… an axis shining out…