Gigantesque auteur toujours parmi nous, et récemment actif (cf l'énorme Monsters) Barry Windsor Smith a été victime, il y a peu, d'un AVC
Il semblerait que son état s'améliore
Un autre Smith, Paul, lui a fait une superbe carte de "rétablissement"
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Très joli hommage de PMS à BWS ! Il n'y a pas à dire, quand l'inspiration et l'émotion sont au rendez-vous de ce genre de dessin, on atteint des sommets.
J'ai vu passer également sur un groupe FB dédié à PMS, avec une anecdote qu'il a racontée : "Elevator Madness or: Heart to Heart Bad news and good news. Seems our old buddy Barry Windsor-Smith (silly Brit that he is) went and had himself a stroke. Latest word is he's out of the hospital and doing much better. YEA! So, let's all wish Barry a big, GET WELL SOON! I first almost didn't meet Barry during my first year in the Big Apple a few months into my rookie run on the X-Folk. I've gone into the city to drop off new pages. I'm waiting in the lobby for an elevator to show up. There's another fellow there with a portfolio under his arm. Maybe he's a fellow Marvelite, I should say hello. Then, for some reason I think: wait for the elevator to show up and see which button he pushes. It's a big building, he could be going anywhere. We step into the elevator and he pushes the button for the tenth floor, the offices of Marvel Comics. Again, I think I should speak up. But, I don't. Maybe he's not a club member, maybe he's just a wanna-be or delivery boy. Let's wait till we hit the tenth floor and see if he has to ask for directions. The doors to the elevator open, he stops at the reception desk and I go walking by because I know where I'm going and he doesn't and aren't I the clever fellow for having avoided him and possibly making a fool of myself. In those days, the Marvel Bullpen was a living, breathing thing. Full of people and noise and stuff going on (unlike the empty morgue I found the last time I visited) It took me a while to talk and work my way through the crowd back to Weezie's office (X-Editor Louise Jones/Simonson) Stepping into the office, what should I see but Weezie chatting up the fellow from the elevator. Weezie sees me, her eyes light up and she says: Smitty, have you ever met Barry Windsor-Smith!?! D'OH! The moral of the story: the next chance you have to be a swell-headed, butt faced, uncivilized Jerk... let the opportunity pass and say hello. Barry, get well soon! We love you. I love you. Happy Trails, Smitty"
Et BWS a répondu : "Thank You, Paul. HUGS Love BWS"
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Très joli hommage de PMS à BWS !
Il n'y a pas à dire, quand l'inspiration et l'émotion sont au rendez-vous de ce genre de dessin, on atteint des sommets.
J'ai vu passer ça !
Touchant.
J'ai vu passer également sur un groupe FB dédié à PMS, avec une anecdote qu'il a racontée :
"Elevator Madness
or: Heart to Heart
Bad news and good news. Seems our old buddy Barry Windsor-Smith (silly Brit that he is) went and had himself a stroke. Latest word is he's out of the hospital and doing much better. YEA! So, let's all wish Barry a big, GET WELL SOON!
I first almost didn't meet Barry during my first year in the Big Apple a few months into my rookie run on the X-Folk. I've gone into the city to drop off new pages. I'm waiting in the lobby for an elevator to show up. There's another fellow there with a portfolio under his arm.
Maybe he's a fellow Marvelite, I should say hello. Then, for some reason I think: wait for the elevator to show up and see which button he pushes. It's a big building, he could be going anywhere.
We step into the elevator and he pushes the button for the tenth floor, the offices of Marvel Comics. Again, I think I should speak up. But, I don't. Maybe he's not a club member, maybe he's just a wanna-be or delivery boy. Let's wait till we hit the tenth floor and see if he has to ask for directions.
The doors to the elevator open, he stops at the reception desk and I go walking by because I know where I'm going and he doesn't and aren't I the clever fellow for having avoided him and possibly making a fool of myself.
In those days, the Marvel Bullpen was a living, breathing thing. Full of people and noise and stuff going on (unlike the empty morgue I found the last time I visited) It took me a while to talk and work my way through the crowd back to Weezie's office (X-Editor Louise Jones/Simonson)
Stepping into the office, what should I see but Weezie chatting up the fellow from the elevator. Weezie sees me, her eyes light up and she says: Smitty, have you ever met Barry Windsor-Smith!?! D'OH!
The moral of the story: the next chance you have to be a swell-headed, butt faced, uncivilized Jerk... let the opportunity pass and say hello.
Barry, get well soon! We love you. I love you.
Happy Trails,
Smitty"
Et BWS a répondu :
"Thank You, Paul. HUGS Love BWS"
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