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Having been born in the early half of 1971 I can safely say two things. One, I've got some of the most jacked school photos you'll probably ever see, and two, social scientists would label me as one of the last of the true Generation Xers, that is if you adhere to such trivial social stereotyping. Never the less, since we are applying labels, I would argue that though I do fit the Gen X profile quite well, I think I am more definitively a member of a slightly less traveled, supremely more close knit subset of society, a group I like to call the "Star Wars Generation".
Call it a sickness, call it an obsession, but whatever you call it, know that it's integral part of my childhood and therefore part of me. Inseparable and undeniable it simply is what it is, kind of like me and art...Which leads me to the real irony behind this story.
Though my entire life has been somehow defined by Lucas's celluloid opus, the picture above, (Beyond the odd doodle of R2-D2 and that killer drawing of a TIE Fighter I did in my third grade math book.) is the only piece of art I've ever done in and of the Star Wars universe.
On a completely unrelated thread, this is also one of the rare instances that I've ever used a live model, (My lovely wife.) to draw from. |
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