I woke up sad today. I had a nightmare, in which all my wife's hair fell out, and we grew instantly old, and when I woke up someone had sent me a video in which a scruffily dressed man fell down in the street and was ignored, juxtaposed with footage of a smartly dressed man falling down, who was instantly swarmed with people offering help. My eyes filled with tears.
Then I saw that my favourite living painter was living no more.
Giger is dead.
Giger will live for ever.
I remember where I was when I first saw the paintings of Giger. I remember where I was when I LAST saw the paintings of Giger. He was that rare thing, a human in control of genuine genius, a conduit for the truth. His work changed the world and it will ripple ever outward into infinity.
THANK YOU GIGER.