I was barley awake when I took a picture the other morning. It really encapsulated the way that I would end up feeling the entire day (like there was a giant, wet pigeon following me). I am not sure why, but I am sure this has something to do with being an artist. Yes, I am both a business professional AND an artist.
The surreal image, totally pure and unedited, makes the pigeon appear to be gigantic and standing in the street below my window. It made me think of perspectives and how, like opinions and assholes, everyone has one. I took the picture because I was thinking about how often, as part of my life involves me being a performance artist, I am “pigeonholed”. I was also excited to see the pigeon on my windowsill, yet sad for it being forced to sit in the cold, windy rain and wait out the weather. Clearly I was having a very philosophical morning. And to be completely honest, I didn’t notice that the pigeon looked like some sort of “Japanese movie monster” bird in the street until someone later mentioned so on Facebook, where I post all of my pre-8am “Good Morning, Brooklyn!” photos. The perspective from my window, to some, made that bird seem enormous when all I was admiring was the proximity of the bird on my windowsill.
Thinking about perspectives in turn reminded me of a conversation with a friend the night before the pigeon appeared which revealed that David Lynch delivers the Los Angeles weather every morning from his home. Thrilled by this news, and after some investigation, it seems he has been religiously doing so for a few years now. My natural – and simultaneous – reaction: jealousy that I had not thought of it first paired with inspiration to do something even more simple/bizarre. After voraciously reviewing every clip I could find of him on the almighty Internet, I began to think of how many times David Lynch has been or is currently completely misunderstood by his peers, audience, lovers, friends, neighbors, mother and mailman. It happens to me, too, because of the Sunday Show. I have been called names not worth repeating by people not worth mentioning who have never even seen my show. I have been assumed to be “easy” or a conquest because I am putting my gender out in the open, covered in exquisite garments. I will not judge those people, lest I lower myself to a less open mentality, but I will admit that that sort of ignorance deeply rattles my soul. It’s a truly strange existence when creating and sharing something so intimate, surreal, fantastic and raw because eventually you are immediately identified with all of the dark and twisted intricacies involved with those pieces or projects. Even if, on most days, you’re just a normal person who just happens to be commandeering a concept that makes people laugh, think, smile and break away from their ordinary lives, even if only for 90 minutes at a time.
For Lynch, it seems like most days he is totally normal. Coffee, cigarettes and as he’s in California, pretty much the same weather report every day. But then he’ll surprise, and some reports reveal a bizarre twist, living up to the reputation with which he has been saddled as the director of some pretty amazing, albeit twisted visions. It just goes to show that you should never solely judge a person by their art, even if you think you can or should because you’re self-justified. No matter how much you study from afar, will never know firsthand if those occasional fits of the bizarre you see – from me, from David Lynch – are actually the emergence of deep-rooted darkness in the artist or in fact only taking place to keep you entertained and believing that in order to make something so eccentric, so edgy, so provoking, one MUST be somehow off kilter. Is it a giant pigeon in the street or a bird on a windowsill? I’m not telling if Lynch doesn’t. And this particular pigeon certainly isn’t talking, however he desperately wishes for you to stop trying to put me in his pigeonhole.
David Lynch Daily Weather Report from 2005
David Lynch Daily Weather Report from 2006
David Lynch Daily BIZARRE Weather Report
And just because you probably have never seen this commercial for Opium, it’s a gem. This man is a genius, even though I am sure people fail to understand his mind. Maybe you’re just supposed to enjoy the work, not analyze the person making it. (Yes, I prefer this.)