With David Lynch, cinema has lost one of its most extraordinary voices. Visionary, provocative, and utterly singular – Lynch crafted a cinematic language so unique in its time that it remains unmistakable to this day. In fact, it’s left such a mark on film that the English language coined its own term for it. What “Kafkaesque” is to literature, “Lynchian” is to cinema.

Lynch gave us worlds that feel both eerily familiar and disturbingly alien. Worlds where beauty and horror are separated by just a heartbeat, whether in quiet suburbia or the streets of Los Angeles. His filmography is a tightrope walk between reality and surreality, between order and chaos, between dream and nightmare. You can’t just describe the cinema of David Lynch – you have to experience it.

But Lynch's creative mind extended the realms of filmmaking. He was also a musician, a painter, a furniture designer – and, in his later years, even a meteorologist, streaming quirky daily weather updates online. A true artist who lived and breathed creativity in every form.

David Lynch’s exit from our reality leaves a gaping hole. But as he would say: “Keep your eye on the donut and not on the hole.” Because his films remain, standing the test of time and ready to inspire, captivate, and unsettle new generations of filmmakers and audiences for years to come.