I am not what I think I am; I am not what you think I am; I am what I think you think I am. ~ Charles Horton Cooley
Stormtrooper Frank has many adventures. Most of them are generally happy ones.
-Gardening / planting
-Lunch with locals
But occasionally he has that unplanned adventure like Crash landing on Dagobah… Frank made the mistake of jumping into hyperspace without his helmet strap on… what a mess.
The concept of the story began when I wondered if a Tusken Raider had ever seen something like the ocean.
It was inspired from an experience one of my friends had, moving up from California and seeing snowfall for the first time. Which was amazing to hear the excitement.
I’ve also had this hairy Bantha toy staring at me, since I took him to the San Francisco Toy Meet-up in May. And, when I saw the latest version of the Lego Tusken Raiders, I knew I had to do something.
Introducing, T’ooph the Tusken Raider. And, Soap, his trusty Bantha
It’s a common dream; flying, falling.
It’s a long way up, sometimes worth it.
Sometimes we jump, sometimes we’re pushed.
The hardest part is deciding to take the leap.
Inevitably, a decision is made; embrace the choice and revel in it.
It’s a long way down.
Falling becomes flying.
Landing is another choice.
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Great! I’ve found a place that looks like a forest! Look at that moss!
What could i place here?
Why not a minifig riding a motorbike?
Ok, sounds reasonable.
Why don’t make it a sidecar?
Ok, let’s do it. Who will be the passenger?
Why not a rabbit?
Ok, let’s do it.
Why don’t cornering the sidecar to make it looks taking a dangerous turn?
Yeah, a more dynamic pose, let’s do it.
Why are they together?
Don’t know. Strong bond like friendship?
Ok, everybody should have a rabbit as a friend.
Where are they going? What is going to happen?
Don’t know. Let’s take some pictures to find it out.
~Marco (The APhOL)
n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet—a school hallway in the evening, an unlit office on a weekend, vacant fairgrounds—an emotional afterimage that makes it seem not just empty but hyper-empty, with a total population in the negative, who are so conspicuously absent they glow like neon signs.
Learn more about the six image narrative project here.
A picture is worth a thousand words. Especially when it comes to the picture of the mime.