Art Outsiders: David Bowie Giclee on Canvas by Tennessee Loveless
This giclee on canvas is a limited edition of only 195. Every canvas comes hand-signed by the artist. 10% of the net proceeds are donated to charity through the Tennessee Loveless Foundation.
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ABOUT THE ART, From Tennessee:
In the darkness of early morning in the outskirts of Atlanta, GA in 1987, my mother would groggily wake up from her massive bedroom, put on her silk nightie, and walk up to my room to get me ready for school. I was already an insomniac that generally never slept until 4am, so even at 10 years old getting me up became quite a task, .... but she and I developed a pattern after I became obsessed with a certain movie.
She’d knock at first, and generally this would have no effect. Then she’d call out my name, and this also would have no result. Finally, she’d open up the door, walk into my room and head over to the boombox on my bedside desk that encased my favorite cassette tape.
She’d press play, and this song would come on. It was the same song that I would rewind every night, and it was the same song I would hear every morning for 1.5 years.
A male voice would jump through the speakers in a jovial manner singing:
“You remind me of the babe (what babe?)
Babe with the power (what power?)
Power of voodoo (who do?)
You do (do what?)
Remind me of the babe”
I’d flip out of bed automatically in joy, often to the shock of my mother, who was still a bit slow, still delirious with attempting to wake herself up. Meanwhile, i’d dance in my pajamas to the shower, and I would start my day.
The man who was singing this song I knew only as “Jareth, The Goblin King”, but to others his name was David Bowie.
My fascination with David Bowie was only specific to this character, which was a part of my favorite movie at the time, “Labyrinth”. He was the villain in this movie, but I did not see him as such. I was in love with him. I desperately prayed to him every night to kidnap me from the doldrums of my southern suburban childhood hell, out into the weird and wonderful fantasy world that he dominated.
At that time his voice was an escape. It would prove to be again, 5 years later during my budding teenage years. As a busboy and dishwasher for “The Black Eyed Pea” out in Merchant’s Walk Plaza in Marietta, GA in the 90’s, I became obsessed with a movie called “Cool World” animated by the infamous Ralph Bakshi. On the CD, which introduced me to techno, a sound that would enrapture me for many years, David Bowie had a track called “Real Cool World” that I would play over and over again in the muggy dish pit of the restaurant. Late at night I would play this soundtrack, and David Bowie would croon over the soapwater-drenched broken speakers, while I scrubbed crusted southern food from various plates and dishes.
His voice was an escape for me as a child, and his voice was an escape for me as a teenager.. but I’d never really know until years later about who he was, and just how important he was to my queer self growing up.