If anything is a big influence on me, it’s David Lynch. He’s really into presenting something but not explaining it. It’s just ‘This is an image, this is an idea, isn’t it cool?’
– Black Francis
Art is a strange place for a teen, which is often the point. There is the budding inclination to look for *something else*. You can get stuck in the infinite searching trap, looking for what’s next or what’s weird, and gradually congeal into the much-maligned hipster. Or you can follow the promise of art and find something that speaks to you – or shows you something you need to see.
As an arty kid in the 80s, one saw Eraserhead. I was probably in jr. high. The radiator song was cool, but none of the movie made much sense and the relationship dynamics made me uncomfortable. As a teenage girl I was drawn to alt/punk culture but simultaneously yearned for stable, old-fashioned male figures (it was a very painful time). Was the movie meaningful? Was it just cool? I didn’t know. Most kids probably didn’t care. I would agonize over stuff like that. I didn’t want to be too dumb to get it, but I didn’t want to be a sucker if there wasn’t anything there.