I'm stunned almost beyond the capacity to form a coherent thought.
Comic book artist Mike Wieringo has passed away from a massive heart attack. He was 44.
My only contact with Mike was when, on a whim, I suggested to Joe Staton that we ask him to contribute a cover to our upcoming Femme Noir miniseries. We did, and Mike agreed without hesitation because he wanted to help a couple of other comics creators in getting their dream book published and noticed.
The pencilled page is Joe's hands, and Joe will ink it as Mike requested.
As a faithful reader of Mike's blog, I am also saddened and disappointed that we'll never see his own dream projects (like The Saturn Kid and more Tellos) come to fruition. And as a man of about the same age, who lives a considerably less-healthy lifestyle than he did, this is a resounding wake-up call.
RIP, Ringo. Your unique vision will be sorely missed.