I just bought Here’s Johnny, a documentary about the art and life of graphic artist John Hicklenton who suffered with MS. I’ve seen the doc before but I just HAD to own it on DVD. I remember seeing it on Virgin +1 and watching it over and over and over again while I worked on my own art, my mind feeding off his love for art and his work. Late last year I found out he had taken his own life with the help of DIGNITAS and it broke my heart. I’ve also just learned that he lived in my town right up until his death. I was in the same town and I never got to meet him to thank him for being him and producing the art that he did. I don’t blame him for ending his life, with his illness and pain. My heart aches because he seemed like such an amazing person. In the documentary he came off as incredibly angry, quietly frenetically violent, hilarious, sarcastic, sardonic, weird, slightly creepy, sincere and just plain fucked up and proud. He was and still is one cool motherfucker.
He worked as the artist for Judge Dredd for 2000AD amongst many other ventures. I found out that he managed to create a comic before he passed on which my boyfriend has just treated me to for my birthday. I feel sorrow in my heart when I think of John. I wish that he hadn’t had the illness he had, and I wish he could have gone on being a weird fucker and amazing artist into his old age.
John Hicklenton, you will be forever an inspiration to me and you’ll always be in my heart.