Im truly saddened to hear of the death of one of my original sources of inspiration; H.R. Giger. Most people would be aware of this genius via his creation shown in the movie ‘Alien’. My mother never let me own his artwork until I was 18.
The year I turned 18, I brought all the books I could afford of his artwork. I still remember the first time I opened the books at home. I felt rebellious, like I was looking into a taboo world or peeking into someone’s erotic fears and dreams – I was hooked. So much so, when I first visited Europe, I made sure I had a stop-over in Gruyères, Switzerland to the Giger Museum – to pay homage I guess.
For me, he was the first artist I found a connection with that explored sex and death – which is evident in my photography. He made it as dark and mysterious as much as beautiful and inspiring. More importantly – he was the first I found that showed me to believe in my nightmares.
A true visionary – Thank you H.R. Giger for bearing light on my nightmares