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I learned about Lewis Collins on Friday. Strangely I was sitting and drawing Bodie. I started the drawing the day before. Took the pencil first time in three months and thought it would be one mess of a drawing. But it went quite good, one of the best attempts. Mr. Collins uses to give me hard time with his face. It always has something, even on the smallest capture, some spark that makes you feel it so him. Not to tell about proportions and shadows and forms... So special and beautiful. And then I got a call and had to check out my e-mail and do some work on-line. And I opened tumblr. I can't force myself to finish the drawing. I can make some corrections, work on details that are already on paper, but I can't finish it. I remembered having another good attempt, in fact the most successful on black paper. And the last post in my journal was about Lewis Collins' birthday. I don't know how express my sorrow. I will miss him and remember him, and draw him. Farewell, Lewis