Most of my notes on this blog were not too serious, as I did not really intend to ponder on any matters of great gravity. But the way this year has begun - with two devastating losses - makes me feel obligated to do so this time. We have bid farewell to two astonishing, extremely talented artist.
David Bowie was, first and foremost, a musician - but he was not a typical rockstar. His bizarre act and personality - both on and out of stage - has tought us that being different does not necessarily have to mean being worse, that there is certain courage and beauty in standing out in the ordinary crowd. I'm afraid that his generation - which is unfortunately slowly passing away, one great (wo)men at a time - will turn out to be irreplacable. Can you name one modern artist who would have such a vision as he did?
Before we even had the time to reconcile after Bowie's death, we heard another tragic news - that Alan Rickman has passed away as well. According to those who had te great honot of working with him, he was a warm and caring person, and a truly inspiring artist. If David Bowie has tought us that there's nothing wrong with being different, I think what Rickman tough me - through his characters - is that it's ok to be torn apart, and to commit mistakes, that nobody is beyond redemption. More than anything, I will remember him as Severus Snape - a character insanely profound and complex, whose evolution through the Harry Potter series is incredibly moving. But he also brought us Harry form Love actually - a man as lost in his live and choices as could be - and voiced Marvin, the paranoid android from A hitchiker's guide to the galaxy.