David Lynch: Everything's Dark

Lynch died and it broke my heart into pieces...

David Lynch died at the age of 78 on January 15, 2025, making it one of the darkest days.

Days have gone, and I haven't recovered from the awful news. It is incredibly rare to see men like Lynch among us, and it is much more uncommon to witness an artist of Lynch's aptitude.

Lynch’s passing is and will always be a big loss, and those of us who admire him will probably never get over it.

I've been meaning to keep up the posts here, and now that Lynch's is gone, I've been thinking about what to write. Obviously, there is a lot to say, but let’s just keep things brief for now.

How I discovered Lynch:

When I was in college, I fell behind on seeing some wonderful films. Partly because I was spending more time with friends or playing video games. But I had always been a fan of cinema.

One day, our film studies instructor suggested that we watch Mulholland Drive (2001) on a lovely summer morning during one of the first classes that I used to attend every week.

While I appreciated Mulholland Drive, it wasn't until I watched The Elephant Man (1980) that things changed for me. Simply put, it brought everything into perspective—cinema, art, and life.

I continued to love Lynch, and to be honest, his legend attracted me more than his films, despite the fact that he never created anything out of the ordinary.

I’ve always said cinema combines so many different art forms. As a kid, I was always building things. My father had a shop in the house, and we built things—we were kind of a project family. I started out as a painter, and then painting led to cinema, and in cinema, you get to build so many things or help build them. Then cinema led to so many different areas—it led to still photography, music... Furniture is also a big love of mine. I started building these kinds of sculptural lamps. Then I got into lithography at this printing place in Madison, Wisconsin, called Tandem Press. For the last four years, I’ve been working on lithography in Paris at a great, great printing studio called Idem. And I’ve always been painting along the way, as well as doing drawings and watercolors. . . There are just so many things out there for us to do. — David Lynch

Excerpt courtesy of Interview Magazine

What a tragedy that Lynch is gone. When I think about it, life is so meaningless at times, even though we try to give it meaning.

More about Lynch will be written, either by me or, I'm sure, by the rest of his admirers as days and years go by.

What's amazing, and we must consider ourselves fortunate, is that, while Lynch is no longer among us, we can always appreciate his body of work and as aspiring writers and directors, we pick up where he left off.

Perhaps that would keep his spirit alive. Perhaps that will turn this darkness into light again.

“Negativity is the enemy of creativity.”

— David Lynch