I was remembering this day in London in 2014. Lynch's exhibition was no less haunting than his cinematic masterpieces. The gallery displayed black and white photographs of factories, derelict spaces where light filters through holes in recognition of its own shadows. And the incidental sounds created by Lynch for the exhibition gave the spectator a certain sense of motion, thus infusing the space with an aura of cinematic frames.
"I love industry. Pipes, I love fluid and smoke…"