My Sweet Rose painting

My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
Nude on the Beach Simultaneously the lightsaber jerked around, as accurate as it was awkward in itsmotion, to deflect the bolt. This time the ball didn't fall motionless to the deck.Instead it backed up three meters and remained there, hovering. Aware that the drone of the seeker remote no longer assaulted his ears, a cautiousLuke peeked out from under the helmet. Sweat and exhaustion competed for spaceon his face. "Did I--?" "I told you you could," Kenobi informed him with pleasure. "Once you start totrust your inner self there'll be no stopping you. I told you there was much of yourfather in you." "I'd call it luck," snorted Solo as he concluded his examination of the readouts. "In my experience there is no such thing as luck, my young friend—only highlyfavorable adjustments of multiple factors to incline events in one's favor." "Call it what you like," the Corellian sniffed indifferently, "but good against amechanical remote is one thing. Good against a living menace is another." As he was speaking a small telltale light on the far side of the hold had begunflashing. Chewbacca noticed it and called out to him. Solo glanced at the board, then informed his passengers, "We're coming up onAlderaan. We'll be slowing down shortly and going back under lightspeed. Comeon, Chewie." Rising from the game table, the Wookie followed his partner toward the cockpit.Luke watched them depart, but his mind wasn't on their imminent arrival at Alderaan.It was burning with something else, something that seemed to grow and mature at theback of his brain as he dwelt on it. "You know," he murmured, "I did feel something. I could almost 'see' theoutlines of the remote." He gestured at the hovering device behind him. Kenobi's voice when he replied was solemn. "Luke, you've taken the first stepinto a larger universe." Dozens of humming, buzzing instruments lent the freighter's cockpit the air of abusy hive. Solo and Chewbacca had their attention locked on the most vital of thoseinstruments. "Steady…stand by, Chewie." Solo adjusted several manual compensators."Ready to go sublight…ready…cut us in, Chewie."