I can do zat. – Normally I try not to do tribute drawings. But normally, the grief of a celebr

I can do zat. – Normally I try not to do tribute drawings. But normally, the grief of a celebrity death is more of an abstract, or an echo, something distant and not entirely real. It’s not normally something that sits in my chest all day, painful, with a physical weight of its own. I don’t know why Anton Yelchin’s death hit me so hard. Maybe because he was so young, or because Chekov has always been my favorite character, or because everything I’d ever read about him made him out to be such a sweetheart, or because the circumstances of his death were so specific and avoidable and fucking stupid. I don’t know. It’s weird and sad and I’m hurting, and this helped. Thank you for the time we had with you, Anton. -- source link

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