I think a lot of nerds from the 1970s or earlier have stories to tell about the impact Star Wars had on their lives. I know it hit me like a ton of space bricks and completely changed the direction of my life.
In spite of that, I’ve rarely painted anything Star Wars. Probably because I wasn’t ready. Doing justice to something that is almost sacred in its influence halted my brush.
But no more.
The Cantina scene was a classic. We were all Luke, looking around at the weirdness and feeling like we were dancing tango when everyone else was doing a two-step. Or whatever the metaphor is. I don’t dance. I can’t dance. The world is better for the fact that I don’t.
Ben Kenobi, the crazy old man, just waltzed in and knew exactly what to do. There was more to him than met the eye. And this is where my five-year-old self realised that.
This guy doesn’t give a fuck about the Millennium Falcon as long as she can fly. Look at his face; polite disinterest. Just enough interest to keep Han talking.
See? No fucks given.
Layering colour, trying to keep the mood of the painting. I played with a few reds and peaches until I felt like he looked right. Alive, ready and planning his and Luke’s way off that ball of rock and back into the game that hadn’t changed at all.
Acrylic on canvas
So…want to see my work in person? Want to be surrounded by nerds in all their glory? Then you need to come to London on Sunday, October 18th!
More info here: http://forestcitycomicon.ca/
I’m going to have special prices on paintings, prints and more just for the event. Prints from my earlier work this year plus prints from my 30 Days 30 Paintings challenge. It’s going to be a great day!