I'd never heard of this guy before 15 minutes ago yet I'm distraught by his death. RIP a legend. A legend who could draw absolute DUMP TRUCKS. It's rare you ever stumble upon art so profound. I've been to museums in my life, a few, dozens of em maybe, and I've never been more more moved than I am right now. I've seen art that made me think "wow, that's good drawing" and I've seen art that made me think "damn, that's a deep message" and I've seen art that made me think "boy am I more horny than I thought art could make me right now" but never all three at the same time. That's what Namio Harukawa can do.
And I'll tell you what, this guy might be a legend for another reason, there's a strong chance that he's the first internet commenter ever. I mean dude used a pseudonym to fantasize about girls with big asses sitting on his face and we don't know his age. If that's not internet commenter then I don't know what is. He was probably sending anonymous letters, written in calligraphy no doubt, back in the day saying he'd buy feet pics and drag his balls through a mile of broken glass to hear a fart through a walkie talkie or to beg for just a shot glass of bath water. Absolute trailblazer.