And by RIP, I mean rest in production, as Mr. Lynch said only not so many months ago that, despite his home-confining emphysema, he would never retire.
And by production, I don’t just mean making movies. For production to Mr. Lynch also meant making art, his initial creative endeavor begun as a wee lad, and making music, perhaps later in life his most personally rewarding endeavor as he was most adamant on the importance of the sound of his movies.
And if anyone were to be able to transcend the space/time limitations of our known reality to produce creatively in perpetuity, it would certainly be our beloved and beguiling Mr. Lynch, for his lynchian films subvert the real with artistic ease.
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