My piece, “Ziggy and My Favorite Extraterrestrials,” riffs on the mythology of Bowie’s iconic character but pushes beyond the Ziggy archetype into a kind of cosmic language—part mythology, part inner theater. It’s about transformation, reinvention, and letting the strange and beautiful lead the way. To have that work hanging within an exhibit that so thoughtfully honors Bowie’s own openness to the outsider, the uncanny, and the deeply human is more than just a professional milestone—it’s a kind of artistic alignment.
Originally scheduled for a shorter run, the show has now been extended—twice—into late September. I’m beyond grateful that my work gets to be part of this moment, part of this conversation, and part of the quiet magic this show seems to offer.
When you visit, you’ll encounter a Bowie that feels deeply human—no glitter, no stadiums—just a man in black and white, captured by a sensitive lens. The layout of the space breathes, allowing the photographs—and any work displayed alongside them—to land with clarity. There’s also a beautifully curated companion exhibition, Spectacle, featuring 60 large-scale photographs from National Geographic, running concurrently and also extended through September. It’s a show that invites contemplation and also rewards curiosity.
The Santa Monica Art Museum is open Wednesday through Friday, 12–8 p.m., and weekends from 10 a.m.–8 p.m. It’s wheelchair accessible, and they also offer private visits, making it an inviting experience for all kinds of visitors.
I hope you’ll make time to see it. And if you do stop by, I hope you find a little piece of stardust—Bowie’s or mine—that stays with you.