Goodbye. Thank you.
Like so many other kids my age, I blundered into your work in the pages of Heavy Metal, then went on to discover you in anthologies and collected volumes, many of which are now out of print and change hands at collector's prices. (Let's do something about that, okay?)
I liked how you saw things. I don't mean to say I liked the way you made these lines thicker or these lines thinner, or that you used this kind of color wash. I mean I liked how you saw things. You did what any truly great artist did, from H.R. Giger to Andy Warhol: you taught me a whole new way to look at the world and see new things in it.
I hope I won't sound grubby for saying this, but if I had my pick of artist to create art for Vajra, no limts at all, you would have been the one. It's only now that I realize how much of what I wanted to let people see through the story in that book was inspired by all you did.
New York City
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