contemporary painting

contemporary painting
art painting reproduction
fine art landscape painting
chinese landscape painting
He was picking up additional feelings from Luke, now, new crosscurrents ofdoubt. Remorse, regret, abandonment. Shades of pain. But somehow nowdirectly related to Vader. To others, to…Endor. Ah, that was it—the SanctuaryMoon where his friends would soon die. Luke would learn soon enough: friendshipwas different on the dark side. A different thing altogether. "Give yourself to the dark side, Luke," he entreated. "It is the only way youcan save your friends. Yes, your thoughts betray you, son. Your feelings for themare strong, especially for—" Vader stopped. He sensed something. Luke withdrew further into shadow. He tried to hide, but there was no way tohide what was in his mind—Leia was in pain. Her agony cried to him now, and hisspirit cried with her. He tried to shut it out, to shut it up, but the cry was loud, and hecouldn't stifle it, couldn't leave it alone, had to cradle it openly, to give it solace. Vader's consciousness invaded that private place.