What's worse than being a prisoner of the evil Empire, held in the dank dungeons of The Death Star? Being drugged and interrogated by a floating bowling ball with blinking lights, all under the direction of your own father! Now THAT sucks.
I'm almost grateful that the plot and characters of Star Wars are so thin. I mean, could you imagine the psychological drama that would have flooded the rest of The Trilogy, had there been any serious depth to work with? By Return of The Jedi, Leia would've been in therapy, Luke would have been on drugs, and Chewbacca would have been in AA.
9 x 12" / mixed media on recycled bristol board
Update: SOLD!
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