Michael Jackson RIP - Holland

I was born as a son of a preacher. My dad was from 1922, my mom from 1936. I was an only child and I am 29 years old. I was brought up with classial music. Bach, Mozart, Handel etc. were ruling at our house, no popmusic/disco/whatever at all.

On new year's eve 1987/88 (or was it a year later?) I was first allowed to stay up until late. My nephews were watching TV. I walked into the room and sat down, and there he was. Singing "Smooth Criminal", dancing like there ain't no tommorow in his white suit ... . I was stunned. I still remember it clearly. And let me tell you, I don't remember so many things because of all the fumes I inhaled during my years as a graffiti writer. My life was changed forever, and I went off the classical bandwagon and got on the popwagon. Soon after that disco followed, then came hiphop, etc., etc. My life had changed drastically.

I decided to paint this for Michael, because it's the way I remember him. I never paint characters that way, but to hell with it, this was a special occasion.

May he rest in peace.

(Sent anonymously, from The Netherlands)