One of my my most-adored artists, H.R. Giger, died yesterday at the age of 74. This saddens me more than I could possible express. I had the chance to visit two exhibitions, one of them just last year here in Linz, and they were journeys into different worlds and realities - and most of his work felt strangely... familiar to me. Some of them were like pictures from my nightmares, only banned in art. And with enough time to confront myself with them, they lost their horror and unveiled a kind of beauty I would have never expected to find there.
For that, I am going to be eternal thankful. Too bad he will never know, how much I owe him and how much he influenced my life.
May he rest in peace and never be forgotten.