Oh, fucking Christ. Mike Wieringo died Sunday. I knew him in the early mid 90s. We hung out in his studio, Artamus. The man was young, 44. I've been having a hard time not weeping all day today. He was a good, good guy. There are places to visit: here (his now-defunct blog--and that makes me clench my jaw in anguish), here, and here. I've written about him before. And I'll leave it at that.
Ah...fuck. I started reading his blog, just because of your link.
:::hugs:::
Posted by: Kat | August 15, 2007 at 12:27 AM