I just bought the Limited Edition Portfolio!

[GelfXIII]

I am so jazzed. It's being sent to me from Mass.

David, will you be at Wizard World East this year? If I bring it will you sign them for me?

WOOT!

[MACK!]

I am so jazzed. It's being sent to me from Mass.

David, will you be at Wizard World East this year? If I bring it will you sign them for me?

WOOT!


Yes :)

[GelfXIII]

You da man!

[J.D. Lombardi]

Is this the big German boxed thing that reproduces a lot of Kabuki artwork or an issue or something? THAT thing was really nice.

[GelfXIII]

Is this the big German boxed thing that reproduces a lot of Kabuki artwork or an issue or something? THAT thing was really nice.

Yup.

*big shit-eating grin time!*


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[GelfXIII]

An open love letter to David Mack:

My dear sir:

Thank you.

Tonight I arrived home at about 6 pm from a long, rough day at work. My wife had arrived about 10 minutes earlier and was standing at the door when I arrived home with a weary, somewhat exasperated expression on her face. One of those “What have you done now?” looks that any married man learns to recognize from the bottom of the walkway, and knows that, at the very least, an explanation, and possibly an apology, is in order. With some trepidation, I walked up and kissed my wife’s cheek and said “How was your day, dear?” (OK, I don’t actually call her ‘dear’, but this whole story is starting to sound so 1958 I just cant stand it.)

By way of answer, she stepped out of the doorway to reveal a 3’ high, 2’x2’ box, about the size of a small refrigerator. My eyes light up. Is it…? Could it be…? I scrambled past my now bewildered wife and grabbed the box up like it was a precious child. Carefully pulling up the tape, exposing the packing material, pulling aside the crumpled up newsprint… there it was. The red case burned like an ember in the darkness. The letters flared on the cover like an undiscovered vein of gold on the wall of a coal mine. My wife’s breath caught in her throat. Gently I pulled the portfolio from the shipping crate and laid it reverently on the coffee table.

“What is this?” my lovely lady asked, breathlessly as she stroked the cover tenderly. “Is it… Kabuki?”

“It’s Mack.” I replied.

I opened the lid, revealing…. Well, you know what was revealed. A dream … in fact one might say Dreams. Beautiful page followed beautiful page. Images leapt up off the sheets as we sat, close together, admiring each one. We carefully leafed through the entire portfolio, pausing longest at the double spread of “The Bones of the Dragon”.

Donna looked at the Mantle piece and looked at me. “Yeah.” I agreed. “That would be awesome.”

Well, to make a long story short, we finished looking through the portfolios (The pinups at the end are particularly beautiful) and ran upstairs to make mad passionate love for the last couple of hours. A fairly unusual event for 6 pm on an average workday, for which, I think, we must credit you Mr. Mack. *

And so, I say, for all the world to hear: Thank you David. Thank you for your art. For your passion and for your vision, which you share with us.

Thank you.
Gelf




*no smart aleck remarks please.

[MACK!]

An open love letter to David Mack:

My dear sir:

Thank you.

Tonight I arrived home at about 6 pm from a long, rough day at work. My wife had arrived about 10 minutes earlier and was standing at the door when I arrived home with a weary, somewhat exasperated expression on her face. One of those “What have you done now?” looks that any married man learns to recognize from the bottom of the walkway, and knows that, at the very least, an explanation, and possibly an apology, is in order. With some trepidation, I walked up and kissed my wife’s cheek and said “How was your day, dear?” (OK, I don’t actually call her ‘dear’, but this whole story is starting to sound so 1958 I just cant stand it.)

By way of answer, she stepped out of the doorway to reveal a 3’ high, 2’x2’ box, about the size of a small refrigerator. My eyes light up. Is it…? Could it be…? I scrambled past my now bewildered wife and grabbed the box up like it was a precious child. Carefully pulling up the tape, exposing the packing material, pulling aside the crumpled up newsprint… there it was. The red case burned like an ember in the darkness. The letters flared on the cover like an undiscovered vein of gold on the wall of a coal mine. My wife’s breath caught in her throat. Gently I pulled the portfolio from the shipping crate and laid it reverently on the coffee table.

“What is this?” my lovely lady asked, breathlessly as she stroked the cover tenderly. “Is it… Kabuki?”

“It’s Mack.” I replied.

I opened the lid, revealing…. Well, you know what was revealed. A dream … in fact one might say Dreams. Beautiful page followed beautiful page. Images leapt up off the sheets as we sat, close together, admiring each one. We carefully leafed through the entire portfolio, pausing longest at the double spread of “The Bones of the Dragon”.

Donna looked at the Mantle piece and looked at me. “Yeah.” I agreed. “That would be awesome.”

Well, to make a long story short, we finished looking through the portfolios (The pinups at the end are particularly beautiful) and ran upstairs to make mad passionate love for the last couple of hours. A fairly unusual event for 6 pm on an average workday, for which, I think, we must credit you Mr. Mack. *

And so, I say, for all the world to hear: Thank you David. Thank you for your art. For your passion and for your vision, which you share with us.

Thank you.
Gelf




*no smart aleck remarks please.





NIce story!

That just begs to go into an upcoming letters collumn of Kabuki!

With your permission of course.

My best to you and wife!
And glad my art could hopefully have been of help.

[GelfXIII]

Nice story!

That just begs to go into an upcoming letters collumn of Kabuki!

With your permission of course.

My best to you and wife!
And glad my art could hopefully have been of help.

Permission granted, of course! The honor would be all ours.