The journey towards film only began because he was a painter who sought to make “moving paintings.” After Six Men Getting Sick, he gained more and more momentum until The Grandmother got him a place at the American Film Institute, where Eraserhead was made. Painting remained a key facet of his artistic life. In his later years, he seemed to live in the studio, painting and smoking cigarettes (until he gave up a few years ago), reveling in these simple components. Works like Raw Meat Bird, with its textured bloody bulge set against a gold background, still hold the same mystery that runs through all his work. As in his films, his fascination with natural decay was something he explored in every medium.
For the series Shaky Flies in the Mud, he again refused to elaborate on any “meaning.” He preferred that the audience feel something themselves. The most he would say was that he “loved texture.” Feeling was also something Lynch could transmit to his actors—often communicating with them wordlessly. Sometimes, he would simply look into their eyes and say, “Okay?” without having said anything prior. His work taps into a deep reservoir of emotion that transcends the limitations of words. We never know why Frank in Blue Velvet connects so intensely to Roy Orbison’s In Dreams, yet we feel it. The high notes visibly pain him, taking him to some other place. Hopper’s character keeps calling the track “Candy-Colored Clown”—like a baby needing its pacifier.
Sound plays a major role in the feel of Lynch’s work: from the signature industrial hum he layered into certain scenes to the longing, ascending score of Twin Peaks, conceived with longtime collaborator Angelo Badalamenti. He also knew when not to use sound—like in Lost Highway, when the party music fades out as the Mystery Man appears, creating an unsettling effect.
Twin Peaks: The Return was often lovingly bookended with haunting musical performances by a rotation of artists at the Roadhouse. Over time, Lynch gravitated more toward sound, creating albums that merged his love of ’50s music with industrial elements, like Crazy Clown Time. One of his latest works, the powerful Cellophane Memories, saw him collaborate with Chrysta Bell. Her vocals provide a haunting, emotionally resonant life raft amidst a soaring, ambient soundscape.