On the first birthday of Bowie after his death, I painted this piece in remembrance of him.
I feel like he would have appreciated it because it's weird.
My name is Jared Woods. South African born and bred, but currently saving troubled people from all sorts of predicaments in the grey city of London Town. It is here that my heart was stolen, never to return. Whether building websites, writing until my hand hurts, illustrating characters to life, jumping around behind or in front of the camera, or making music solo and as a part of a band, not a cell in my body doesn't scream every day to create something which wasn't there before. I am for sale, by the way.