RIP, David Lynch

While your filmography wasn't long, every entry was memorable. I'm still traumatised from seeing "The Elephant Man" at a young age. "Twin Peaks" was event television before the term existed. "Eraserhead" and "Blue Velvet" were a hoot to watch - and rewatch - with mates on VHS. "Wild At Heart" blew me away at the cinema. "Mulholland Drive" was brilliant sexy madness. And I prefer your spin on "Dune" to the technically stunning newies. I'd like to imagine that, through some cosmic quirk, you're now happily painting portraits for a race of giants in another dimension.