To say that David Lynch was a great inspiration and influence on me as an artist is a tremendous understatement. It's only one day since his death and almost everyone I know in underground culture has already blogged, posted, or shouted from the rooftops those very words. Yes, David Lynch was great influence on all of us weirdos. How can I put it differently? I'm not a religious person, at all. Art is my religion, although I don't think of it that way. But, let's indulge that idea for a moment in order to make a point. If art is my religion then that religion has a pantheon, and that pantheon is filled with all of the people who showed me what great art looks, sounds, and feels like. They are the people who set the standards to which I aspire, and they are the sources of inspiration that keep me creating. With the death of David Lynch, the mortal form of one of my gods has ceased to exist. The realization that no more art will come from that person saddens me greatly. But most of my gods are dead. They are or were all mortals like me. David Lynch may no longer be with us, but he remains, through the art he created, in a place of honour in my artistic pantheon.
There were so many obituaries written about Lynch, I had a difficult time choosing one. I like this one from NPR and chose to link it here because it can be read without needing to sign up for anything:
https://www.npr.org/2025/01/16/nx-s1-5065737/david-lynch-dead
- W.A.Davison
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