I found on Saturday, the day I was going to Dark knight with my friend and family, that my favorite artist( Michael Turner) died in the Hospital a month ago. It was like when my heart stopped for a second. I started to cry but not hard, a little. I'm upset because I never got to tell him how much he meant to me and my artwork. Now, I just cry little ever time I see his work or see his face. i don't feel right.