David Lynch: Someone Is in My House

IT WAS AT NIGHT WHEN THE HANDS REACHED OUT AND GATHERED THE CLOUDS FROM THE EYES AND I SAW MYSELF

THICK, THICK FEAR EN THE AIR. FEELING OF SICKNESS, CORRUPTION, RACIAL HATRED. PERFECT TO SPARK THINGS.

BOB FINDS HIMSELF IN A WORLD FOR WHICH HE HAS NO UNDERSTANDING

Painting is a place, and things happen there that can't happen anyplace else. Remember that dream you had twenty years ago? You can only remember a fragment of that dream, but in the painting sphere you can latch onto that fragment and breathe life into it and expand it and then there it is. There’s that dream you had. You can look at it now.