When David Lynch died last week, it was almost hard to know whom exactly to mourn. He was a Renaissance man: musician, painter, meditation instructor, YouTube personality. Most, of course, mourn him as a filmmaker, the medium in which he left his most indelible mark. But I mourn him as a neighbor.

Lynch’s weather reports attracted a dedicated following in themselves, becoming such a part of the fabric of Los Angeles — his adopted home for many years, and a lifelong fascination of his he often transmuted on film — that his forecasts were later broadcast on NPR affiliate KCRW.

When learning of the surreal storyteller's passing on Jan. 16, fans began to flock to Bob's Big Boy in Burbank, not only to enjoy a damn fine cup of coffee in honor of the director but to leave a message of gratitude at the feet of the Bob's Big Boy statue, which spunkily graces the restaurant's entrance area.

The director himself came off as almost performatively normal. Masterpieces like “Eraserhead” and “Mulholland Drive” said otherwise.

The Bob's Big Boy in Burbank has become a place to pay tribute to the enigmatic filmmaker, it's not the only "Lynchian" locale in L.A.

Lynch was drawn to the natural light of Los Angeles and, in turn, drew fans to him with his light shown from within.

Eva Mendes is sharing a tribute in the wake of David Lynch's death. In a new Instagram post, Mendes shared a clip of her favorite scene directed by Lynch, highlighting some of her favorite elements of his work.

An L.A. native, John Lopez has written for Strange Angel, Seven Seconds, The Man Who Fell to Earth and The Terminal List. He was also an associate producer on The Two Faces of January and spent years assisting Tom Sternberg, producer of Lost Highway.

The filmmaker’s COVID-era L.A. forecasts found the eerie in the everyday.

The loss of singular talent and visionary filmmaker David Lynch is not only felt in the world of cinema, but music, where he had inextricable influence on multiple generations of artists.

A country losing one of its great artists feels like a piece of its fabric being ripped away, leaving it just barer than it was before. David Lynch, the visionary filmmaker, painter, musician, author and actor, died Jan. 15, and America is ever more desolate for it.