Beautiful sentiment- he meant so much to me as well. David was a beacon of truth,and goodness, and artistic integrity, in an ever murky landscape of capitalism and mass consumption. I hope you enjoy some coffee and cherry pie, and create something weird and wonderful (and above all, Honest) in his memory. ❤️
I miss him as if I knew him. I miss his weather reports already. There will never be another like him.
In his worldly death, I’m reminded of a lyric from the song Gameshow by Two Door Cinema Club about compromising one’s authenticity to succeed in the music industry, which you may find clever: “I’m a Lynchian dream / I’m made of plasticine / I’m a Pinocchio, broken nose, let me go.” A nod to Lynch in a critique of an entertainment industry you know all too well.
"Too often I am creating things I don’t believe in. I eat fish I haven’t caught, and I believe it’s making me sick."
I almost cried here.
But I do think the idea of waiting around until inspiration strikes is a privileged one. People can barely make money off their art, and when they do, it's due to discipline and boring repetitive tasks. It's a sad reality, but it is reality. No good waiting around for that big, rare fish if no one is gonna pay for it when it comes. If you even have time and resources to create art in this way, that is.
The joy of catching a fish is pure. The feeling is unmatchable. But it's just the starting spark. You have to continuously feed the fire, until everything is covered in flames. If you don't, the sparks will be no different than a artificial high - the comedown will soon follow. And you're left with nothing.
I really relate to the fishing metaphor and needing to wait for the idea. It takes me a long time to write something. I think it’s really sad we live in a world where the profit art makes is more important than any of its qualities. I feel like there is a lot of pressure to make things quickly so you can ‘do it first’ but the fastest art isn’t necessarily the best art. I feel like I want to try to put less pressure on myself as a writer to work quickly, and just try to ensure that I am making something I’m proud of. Beautiful letter. Rest in peace David Lynch.
This letter is a gift, not only to David's memory, but to anyone who’s ever felt the pull of his creations and the act of creation itself. ❤️ It’s a tribute to our shared experience of being drawn toward something bigger than ourselves, the eerie and the sublime of such art. Thank you!
I love the fishing metaphor for ideas. The other day, though, I was writing about sitting and waiting for the ideas that pick you up, that maybe we’re not the ones fishing for ideas, the ideas are fishing for us
Beautiful sentiment- he meant so much to me as well. David was a beacon of truth,and goodness, and artistic integrity, in an ever murky landscape of capitalism and mass consumption. I hope you enjoy some coffee and cherry pie, and create something weird and wonderful (and above all, Honest) in his memory. ❤️
I miss him as if I knew him. I miss his weather reports already. There will never be another like him.
In his worldly death, I’m reminded of a lyric from the song Gameshow by Two Door Cinema Club about compromising one’s authenticity to succeed in the music industry, which you may find clever: “I’m a Lynchian dream / I’m made of plasticine / I’m a Pinocchio, broken nose, let me go.” A nod to Lynch in a critique of an entertainment industry you know all too well.
I love how you describe naming things with losing the potential of being more. Another great work, and very heartfelt.
"Too often I am creating things I don’t believe in. I eat fish I haven’t caught, and I believe it’s making me sick."
I almost cried here.
But I do think the idea of waiting around until inspiration strikes is a privileged one. People can barely make money off their art, and when they do, it's due to discipline and boring repetitive tasks. It's a sad reality, but it is reality. No good waiting around for that big, rare fish if no one is gonna pay for it when it comes. If you even have time and resources to create art in this way, that is.
The joy of catching a fish is pure. The feeling is unmatchable. But it's just the starting spark. You have to continuously feed the fire, until everything is covered in flames. If you don't, the sparks will be no different than a artificial high - the comedown will soon follow. And you're left with nothing.
Such an excellent, heartfelt tribute. I couldn't agree more about finding and honoring your realest joy.
I really relate to the fishing metaphor and needing to wait for the idea. It takes me a long time to write something. I think it’s really sad we live in a world where the profit art makes is more important than any of its qualities. I feel like there is a lot of pressure to make things quickly so you can ‘do it first’ but the fastest art isn’t necessarily the best art. I feel like I want to try to put less pressure on myself as a writer to work quickly, and just try to ensure that I am making something I’m proud of. Beautiful letter. Rest in peace David Lynch.
"but if I know you at all, and I don’t" pretty much sums it up.
This letter is a gift, not only to David's memory, but to anyone who’s ever felt the pull of his creations and the act of creation itself. ❤️ It’s a tribute to our shared experience of being drawn toward something bigger than ourselves, the eerie and the sublime of such art. Thank you!
Thanks, he has always been there for us, sad to see him go.
I love the fishing metaphor for ideas. The other day, though, I was writing about sitting and waiting for the ideas that pick you up, that maybe we’re not the ones fishing for ideas, the ideas are fishing for us
I think he would have like(d) your body of work,and the direction( s) you go. Acting directing and writing, you have a kinship to his uniqueness .
It's enough to know a person's art to understand what kind of person they are.