Star Wars: Hidden Temple

I'm going to try something a little different and share my full Star Wars fanaticism. Here is the first photo and text for some Star Wars fan fiction I have written under the title "Hidden Temple." If you're intrigued, please return Wednesday for part two!

Hidden Temple

Cato Parasitti, the Clawdite bounty hunter, sat astride her theropod mount in a light rain and scanned the dense jungle. They were out there, even if she couldn't see them. Cad Bane's mercenaries were meticulous in hiding their tracks and the heavy undergrowth made it more difficult for Cato to find any sign of them. She knew better than most how careful Bane was. She also knew how ruthless the Duros bounty hunter could be. He had burned her once on Coruscant. Left her stranded in the custody of Jedi Temple Guards. Cato burned in her belly at the thought of it. Burned for want of vengeance. 

But there was no time for thoughts of revenge. She was one against four. Any misstep or misplaced emotion meant she might miss her bounty and perhaps lose her life in the process. This was no place for the past. This was a forgotten moon, a forsaken place on the fringes of the Outer Rim. Here, there was no Grand Republic with it's soft underbelly of sleepy-eyed faithful. 

This was Wild Space. The hidden temple must be close. The red jewels were within her reach.

Impressions of Joe #HumansForHumans

 

"Impressions of Joe"

Pencil, ink, and watercolor on watercolor paper. 

This is my sketch impression of a man I saw several times last winter on the way to my office. He told me he was a vet originally from Kentucky. He said he was just passing through and looking for enough work to make it to a cousin who lived in Louisiana. He seemed like such a gentle soul. I hope he made it home.  

You can also find this sketch at: #IllustrationAcademyContest on Instagram.