Erik Lensherr, young man, don't you use the "f" word here, this is uncalled for. This is the place to commemorate the memory of a great man.
This is not Ridley Scott's obituary, is it ? A great director whom I admire, incidentally, but I don't think he treats his collaborators fairly. People who are in power rarely do, I guess.
I wouldn't think of showing disrespect to the dead. I cherish some living persons but I like the dead. I have dead people in my head, they show themselves to me in my dreams and they never talk. The dead don't do that.
The day Moebius died, I cried. With H.R. Giger gone, I can't help feeling again that another huge part of my youth, of what mattered to me as a teen, has left me never to return. It's a loss, I know the meaning of this word believe me. But the legacy remains.
Some artists take risks and venture into the darkest places of the mind, the ones where it's dangerous lingering, to bring back visions that haunt you. They pay the price for it : for giving you the opportunity to peer safely into Hell. Picasso said art is the enemy of good taste. Giger certainly demonstrated this, but there was a refinement, a sense of beauty in his work that drew its inspiration from Gaudi, from Francis Bacon, from Charles Rennie MacIntosh or Hector Guimard, which set him apart from so many practitioners of the gratuitously shocking or scatological, or of the demonic genre.
Giger the rebellious explorer showed me that the territories of death and madness could be beautiful too and I thank him for that. I loved him.
Now I'll keep mute.