I was sad when i learned Sam Neill's death, but i didn't pay so much attention to this feeling. Well, it's not like we were friends, you see.
But making this aquarelle (and writing this post) really moves me. It was hard to draw and paint his portrait. It's like... i don't know... maybe that losing one of your heroes makes you understand you are not immortal either ?
I painted it very quickly, so there're little mistakes, but it didn't turn that bad, did it ?
Well, goodbye mister, and i promise i'll see the piano.











