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@sf_newyorker how have you not been featured in Le Monde d’Hermes magazine?! I recall the editor stating at a talk that he brings in a new create team every year. Would love to see your work featured there!
From the Logs of Covert UES00-75
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“Catch it! Catch it!”
“Grogu, you asked for a complex assignment that connects visual links. In a simpler format, you can complete it quickly and go play with the others.”
”Don’t catch it! Don’t catch it!”
“No? Okay. Looks right. Keep at it.”
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“The local authorities are offering a substantial reward.”
“The head of that town’s syndicate needs to be neutralized.”
“Logistically what are we talking about?”
“If we fly out now we could be back in a few days at the most.”
“Doesn’t sound too hard.”
“And there’s not much in the galaxy that compares with a good fight.”
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“The local authorities are offering a substantial reward.”
“The head of that town’s syndicate needs to be neutralized.”
“Logistically what are we talking about?”
“If we fly out now we could be back in a few days at the most.”
“Doesn’t sound too hard.”
“And there’s not much in the galaxy that compares with a good fight.”
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“Grogu.”
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“Grogu.”
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“Din?”
“There’s nothing in the galaxy.”
“That compares with fatherhood.”
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“Din?”
“There’s nothing in the galaxy.”
“That compares with fatherhood.”
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This is absolutely incredible! This is the content I live for on tPF.
The weekend drop…Love the play of textures in each setup and how you use natural light to create shadows to add depth….
Keep it coming
Ps: the belt as a bridge is so cool…
Stunning! Presentation, execution, lighting, scenes. All I needed was the popcorn.
@sf_newyorker this is art!!!
@sf_newyorker this is art!!!
Log Lite
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“This was the spot.”
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“I wanted you to have a Solstice Sunset. The clouds reneged on the deal to steer clear of the horizon.”
“Show me the proof again.”
“Dramatic. Your blaster pistol is drawn. Intense.”
“I was securing the area.”
“And your kid captured the image the same moment.”
“Well…there was an unknown entity lurking and…he’s behind us, isn’t he?”
“When did you board the carrier?”
“He’s a stealthy one and your apprentice. Learning from the best.”
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“You must have offered the clouds a sweeter deal today.”
“Yet they linger.”
“They stay to greet us.”
“Yet they linger.”
“Din, you’re missing it.”
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“This was the spot.”
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“I wanted you to have a Solstice Sunset. The clouds reneged on the deal to steer clear of the horizon.”
“Show me the proof again.”
“Dramatic. Your blaster pistol is drawn. Intense.”
“I was securing the area.”
“And your kid captured the image the same moment.”
“Well…there was an unknown entity lurking and…he’s behind us, isn’t he?”
“When did you board the carrier?”
“He’s a stealthy one and your apprentice. Learning from the best.”
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“You must have offered the clouds a sweeter deal today.”
“Yet they linger.”
“They stay to greet us.”
“Yet they linger.”
“Din, you’re missing it.”
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From the Logs of Covert UES00-75
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“What is it about this section of parsec that causes complex reasonable sentient beings to lose themselves?”
“Is it the air?”
“The soil?”
“The wares appear well-made. I’m not treated like a womp rat. I’m offered a snort of fermented beverage.”
“I keep the peace as marshal. But my townsfolk return from here equally bickering and boasting.”
“The anxiety. The anguish.”
“The ecstasy.”
“Hell, I reckon to some folks it’s a fate akin to staring down an imperial interrogation droid or mind flayer.”
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“What is it about this section of parsec that causes complex reasonable sentient beings to lose themselves?”
“Is it the air?”
“The soil?”
“The wares appear well-made. I’m not treated like a womp rat. I’m offered a snort of fermented beverage.”
“I keep the peace as marshal. But my townsfolk return from here equally bickering and boasting.”
“The anxiety. The anguish.”
“The ecstasy.”
“Hell, I reckon to some folks it’s a fate akin to staring down an imperial interrogation droid or mind flayer.”
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Thank you! This is a high point to my weekend! Hugs
I hope someone in the store noticed and suggested you for an article in the Le Monde d' Hermes. This is just brilliant!
oh my, all my favorite things together. you are such a great story teller and stage designer. so creative! love all of them! 