it's hard to believe it's already been a year since david lynch's passing. i will always remember that day, and how i watched the snow flurry outside my window under the unyielding gray sky, full of quiet sadness and disbelief. i will never get to thank him for his work, and what it means to me, but i'm sure that he knows now how special he was, somehow. how much his art and original way of thinking impacted people. there will never be another, that's for sure.
i'm very lucky that i got to personally drop off this artwork in the real RR diner alongside one of my best friends in the whole world last year. i never thought i'd be able to make it over there. you could really feel the love, and i remember standing in silence soaking each sight in — it was magical. as i said last year, thank you david, for everything.
i drew this art when i was sick and didn't think anything of it, in fact i was not really satisfied with it. i'm really grateful now for all the people that have enjoyed this work, not only at my local theaters, but around the world. i hope you all do something today that reminds you of him. i've got my typical black coffee in hand as i write this ☕️❤️