I
had full preparations last week to post my post WizardWorld Chicago Convention
pics and regale you with my triumphant trip the weekend of August 10-12, but something
unexpected cut my legs out from under me. That something
was the untimely passing of Mike Wieringo. I read the press releases, and the
tributes, and thought I could absorb it and go on with whatever work I was doing.
After all, I can't claim to have known him aside from one brief hello at one convention
or another. However, the following two days, I'd found myself having a difficult
time accomplishing anything. Talking to some other freelancers last week, I
found that I wasn't the only one. Forty-four years young
with the talent to continue creating more artistic magic for decades to come.
Brought to a halt by something as arbitrary and ordinary as a heart attack. In
Freelancerville, we don't get many reality checks like this one. I
first remember 'Ringo's art from the now-defunct Malibu superhero comic Solitaire.
He'd done a cover that was a grabber even so early in his comics career in the
early '90's. Later, I'd picked up his run with The Flash, no pun intended, with
future superstar scribe Mark Waid taking a secondary character and putting him
front and center in the DC Universe. I'll admit I don't buy every comic by every
artist I admire, as ours is a somewhat expensive habit, comic collecting. With
'Ringo's amazing productivity, creativity, and especially his adaptabilty, it
would be inevitable to run into his work again and again over the years. Jump
ahead to 2003. He and Waid reunited to take on The Fantastic Four, a title I've
always had a soft spot for. Unfortunately, for me, the timing was such that Crossgen
i/e Corporate Comics (why have all your characters wear a company logo?) had run
out of money and squeaked by through layoffs, pay reductions, etc. which left
a lot of us artists low on funds. I could at least afford the introductory Waid/Wieringo
nine cent issue. It would be rough waters for a lot of us returning to the freelance
pool, as we had to compete with not only each other, but all the newbies who stepped
in our shoes. Anyway, I'm dredging up old crap that's
best left alone. Fact is, I didn't buy comics for a few months, but my cousin,
who shares my tastes, started raving about the Fantastic Four comic, particularly
when Ben Grimm dies, goes to Heaven (?) to meet his creator who remarkably resembles
Jack Kirby. Well, I had thought: "I'll wait for the trade since I missed
so many issues already". But the day I went to the comics shop, I couldn't
resist picking up the latest FF to get reacquainted with old friends. From then
on, Waid and Wieringo had me hooked! Although Waid had put a lot of his energy
into the FF, reinventing himself after his own personal Crossgen debacle, 'Ringo
added countless touches of warmth and sensitivity to the figures, faces and settings,
even amongst dangerous situations, daring to emphasize the family aspect of the
FF in this age of "Badass-ness". When their second year had begun, they
did something I thought impossible: They surpassed John Byrne's legendary run,
making it "The World's Greatest Comic Magazine" once again, for the
first time since Stan & Jack! When saddled with
a previous writer's plot device, a lot of creators tend to shed said device soon
as possible. Not this time. The plot device? Reed and Sue now had a time/dimension-displaced
daughter Valeria, midwifed by Chris Claremont. I have to admit I hatedhatedhated
the idea of inserting a second child into the title through comic book 'magic',
particularly with Claremont going back to the well of creating characters through
time displacement, a favorite hook of his. But with
a few graceful pencil lines, Mike Wieringo made Valeria both a lovable and legitimate
character! Thanks, Mike! And thanks for all you've given us in these short years!
Wherever you are, I hope your at peace. Now for some
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