One of my greatest influences is gone.
Jean Giraud was… I dont know how to say it. He was interested in all kinds of stuff. Westerns, scifi, fantasy… His art came to mean for me something between control of the clear line and appreciation of nature, chaos, and sentient forms in their rawest essence. Metal Hurlant, Blueberry, Incal. I had the luck of being exposed to his work at an early age, and am indelibly marked by it. When I was drawing as a kid, the highest praise was to be compared to Moebius or Corto Maltese… except for the t&a pics which were always not quite as good as Manaras.
Anyhow. I say it again, if one wishes to see artwork that gives a feeling of horizon, open possibilities and endless variety of existence.
Rest easy, masters who had thousands of disciples without the hassle of running a system.
Sleep and dream and I hope your legacy will last beyond your wildest dreams of fame and fortune.