Story of Alex

Alex Campbell Eggers was born in love. He slipped from his triumphant Mother into his Father’s arms on Labor Day, 9-2, 1985.  His three siblings were all in attendance.  Megan cut his cord.  Gabe was the first to hold him in his lap.  Moria wiggled her pointer into his palm, and he curled his tiny fingers around hers - the first hand he ever held.  From egg to Eggers, three children to the mighty FOURce, Alex completed our family.   As he put it himself, he was our “ACE of every suit.”

His arrival propelled his parents to build the Douglas Park home when he was three – a home he loved and hoped to live in with his own family someday. A beautiful custom home where his parents still live 37 years later.

As a boy he was obsessed with Superman, always wore the Superman Suit and Cape and liked to play with Super Heroes and Strong Men action figures. He was always living larger than life. By the time he was five, his Mom learned to buy little white pads of paper in bulk, and always keep one in her purse because he simply had to draw.  Everything.  Everywhere he went.  He drew for hours and hours with his Sister Moria, creating creature mashups and cartoon faces, which he got really good at.

He insisted on falling asleep between his parents until he was nine, then they made a deal: If he would go to sleep in his own bed, he would get a dog.  Which he did.

Alex had a deep love of Dogs his whole life. Snickers was the first - a chocolate lab on the outside and a little nuts on the inside. Then came Murphy, a dear sweet soul that seemed to be part of Alex’s soul. When Murphy died at age 14, Alex was devastated. A friend Kallen who could not see Alex in such grief, gave him a 5 week old puppy. Melvin was by his side till the day Alex died.

He was born into a family ancestry of architects and craftsmen. His Grandfather and Great Grandfather were architects of renown in New York and Washington DC. His Great Uncle and Cousin were architects. His Uncle was a cabinetmaker and builder like his Father. Alex had the hands and the eye of a true artist and craftsman. Alex went to Montessori school through 8th grade, where he learned how to mesmerize a crowd, and began to define himself as an innovator, a disrupter.

~A drawing he did in elementary school was selected for a national traveling art show.  

~ He could literally quote the Jim Carrey movie ACE Ventura, Pet Detective word for word.

~ We were never able to convince him that showers needn’t be 20 minutes long.  

~ At Evergreen High, his friends - like him - were sensitive, artistic risk takers - all rocked by the shootings at Columbine.    

~ He went to Colorado University in Boulder, flunked out, then earned his way back in to graduate with a degree in Studio Art.  

~ His art was bold, innovative, evocative.  

~ He kept secrets, defined himself as a “Righteous Renegade,” and often operated from a playbook he wrote and only he understood.  

~ He took a job with his father, Peter Eggers at Woden Woods, and quickly mastered the art of fine woodworking and cabinetry.  Peter said Alex had more pure talent in his little finger than he could ever hope to possess.

~ Alex bought a house, wrote spoken word, drew in pencil and ink with intricate detail, collaborated with his friend Joshua Thorne on art projects.

~ Alex attended many shows at The Fox, The Ogden Theater and Red Rocks.

~Alex and Josh’s art was a marriage of Alex’s fine line ink drawings and Josh’s ability to add color and mirrored effects to make something entirely new. Alex mastered the design, flow and perfection of the natural world of animals, humans and trees and Josh brought it to life with complex layered color and put it in a house of mirrors to make something that looked alive, breathing and ever evolving.

~ His art talent was matched and maybe even surpassed by his word wizardry. At public events, Alex was so eloquent, no-one ever wanted to speak after him.  When he was on, he was a roaring flame – a powerful, unstoppable creative force out to reinvent art, music, life itself. He collaborated with friends making hip hop beats and roasting each other with rap battles. He rapped with Ray and David, inspired by Kallen and Money. They were “Microphone Militants” and would rap any chance they could.

~ When Alex was on and feeling good, he was the best of all of us.

~ He loved the truth but didn’t always speak it, especially to himself. He struggled to thrive. That struggle lead to mining his soul for the right words to lift him up. The words and phrases that he found will now lift up the hearts of the masses.

~ Friends died – one after another after another:  Annie, Kallen, Casey, Ray.  Alex was not only creative, he was sensitive.  The losses hit him hard.   

~ He had severe apnea, couldn’t sleep more than a couple of hours at a time.  It took a toll.  He drank…

~ Three years ago, he was diagnosed with Type I Diabetes, and hospitalized in the ICU 11 times.   

~ The apnea, the grief, the diabetes, the drinking finally caught up with him, and now he is gone and we grieve.

~ He was our marvelous, magical, magnetic, mysterious meteor of a man – a radiant blaze of light who burned himself out too soon.

(Paraphrased from his Mother Peggy Eggers’ speech at Alex’s Memorial.)

A Quote from Peter Eggers ~ at Alex’s memorial, May 1, 2026.

“Alex was gifted with many skills: a creative mind, an eye for detail and the hands that would make it all happen.

Lately, as we would hug hello or goodbye, he would reach out and firmly shake my hand. It was our father / son thing and I liked it. His hand was bigger than mine, comforting in a way, and as I put my hand on his during that final viewing, I thought about shaking it one last time.

His hand, I am now realizing, has been a metaphor for his life. There is a duality that is represented by the hand. Two surfaces, the palm and the back, never facing in the same direction, showing us that life always holds contradiction. It signifies strength, along with tenderness. The visible, along with the hidden. In woodworking, the hand suggests discipline along with humility. “I made this, by hand, just for you.” These opposites don’t cancel each other, they complete each other. In Alex’s case, he was a strapping man, beaten down by diabetes and lack of sleep. The same hand that would pull you in and confess to you his troubles would also push you away, embarrassed, maybe, and ashamed about his difficulties. That same hand that held the pencil, or the brush, a walnut board or a microphone, also held a bottle.

I love Alex, very much in the present tense. And it is my hope that through his art, his artistry in wood and his artistry in music, that we will never stop loving and appreciating him. “

~ Peter Eggers

What he left in his wake, we celebrate. That is the reason for this website. Alex’s art and story is to be shared and out here in the world to inspire humanity to a new place. His art and his music and our memories are all we have left of him now and they will live on in our hearts and in this digital realm for all to enjoy.

We Love you Alex Campbell Eggers Forever and Always!

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