Yesterday I wrote a blog post and gave it a title that is a prequel to Twin Peaks... “Fire walk with me”. I put it without knowing that the great teacher of many and my teacher had left this world, the great David Lynch. Also, coincidences. All week I was obsessively drawing the characters of Twin Peaks in my notebook, I did not finish, I was doing a day each character. I could say that now the world is a much worse place. But Lynch taught me something else...he spread a philosophy, he talked about meditation, apart from inventing those worlds he invented in each of his films and series. He taught me to pay attention to something else, something beyond pain. And although in the West has always been treated from the point of view of pain, and we have it ingrained, I celebrate that he gave us the possibility to enter into his eyes and see the world as he saw it...although I don't believe in that either, nor did he believe it. In his book “Catch the Goldfish” he tells about it. It's what many of us think: no book and movie are the same, we can watch the same movie and we will experience different things. Lynch believed in his dreams and manifested them in an apparently orderly world to underline what we sense: that it is not orderly at all, but rather chaotic, terrifying, unclassifiable, unintelligible and above all mystical.

Farewell, my dear David Lynch