The Jewel at the Core of David Lynch’s Work
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There is so much I want to say about David Lynch before my time runs out. But what I have to say here is simple.
Unraveling feelings that arrive in non-verbal form can be tough.
Frequently one simply experiences a change;
something sinks in,
has an impact that comes from a good place,
no matter how dark the surface.
Many things it is best not to try and frame in words;
it is enough to experience.
But this can be said.
At the very core of David Lynch’s work
—unlike that of some other artists who go into territories as dark and deep as he does,
as well as realms and moments of equally radiant beauty—
I see goodness,
kindness,
and compassion.
At times smoldering under layers of darkness and pain,
but there.
This is the priceless jewel that makes it possible for me to embrace his work in all its phases and aspects.
He reaches out by the ultimately beneficial
—not always comfortable,
some things are not comfortable,
some things need to be disturbing —
magic of theater into darkness and violence and bad things.
Always with that goodness at the center,
seen or not,
eclipsed or not.
The sine qua non.
Without which not.
And then there are moments when the jewel becomes the world,
and we look out from within;
the world is in the jewel,
and the jewel in the dream.
