David's death got me, big time. We attended our friend's wedding where in Twin Peaks Laura's body was found (a hint--it is before the bridge to Bainbridge Island) relatively recently. Yes, it is still there. The diner is still in the Snoqualmie Falls too. This whole universe could have been created only in the state of Washington. But (apart from Eraserhead) it was this which announced, fucked as it was by the studio, of a visionary of an immense scale. Forget about the Elephant Man.
Star Wars, heh, a lobotomy to sci-fi. This was the world so bizarre and so enticing that the whole view, lacking dramatically in Herbert's books, of the Dune universe came alive. Frank Herbert, ever present on the set was in awe from David's vision. Weirding modules--that's what David's art was. Weird, bizarre and infinitely beautiful. But it was this, probably, which describes David the best.
Of course, Harry Dean Stanton too. We live in the presence of a true artist (please, don't give me this Tarkovsky shit) and his body of work is immense.
There will never be another him ...
