Beowoof
Morality Policeman :)
If she had thought she was going to get any business here, by now, she supposed she had probably been mistaken. While swiftly welcomed by the local Twi'lek population, the atmosphere did not ring of art appreciation. So many buildings of contrasting rust and polished metallic hues, otherwise surrounded by desolate sands, comprised the Protectorate's capital. While she felt it to be a stirring piece in the making, the most she would be getting out of this trip would be a nostalgic bit of camaraderie with her people.
The Twi'leks had fed her and made her feel at home, and the locale was not terrible. But there was no promise here--none for someone like her. The dust perpetually rose as feet marched to and from the never-ending shift rotations at the hundred factories in the industrial district. Or was there anything but the industrial district?
She might as well at least paint one thing while she was here, though. Hopefully she could bring it back to her normal grounds and acquire interest.
Setting up shop a few hundred meters out from the capitol building, she began to swipe thin curves of the structure. It would be a foreboding piece, devoid of any of the crowded buildings surrounding the government headquarters--in their place, a withering prairie.
She had never really been one for the symbolic, but hey, it was always good to try to expand artistic territory.
[member="Ben Trasker"]
The Twi'leks had fed her and made her feel at home, and the locale was not terrible. But there was no promise here--none for someone like her. The dust perpetually rose as feet marched to and from the never-ending shift rotations at the hundred factories in the industrial district. Or was there anything but the industrial district?
She might as well at least paint one thing while she was here, though. Hopefully she could bring it back to her normal grounds and acquire interest.
Setting up shop a few hundred meters out from the capitol building, she began to swipe thin curves of the structure. It would be a foreboding piece, devoid of any of the crowded buildings surrounding the government headquarters--in their place, a withering prairie.
She had never really been one for the symbolic, but hey, it was always good to try to expand artistic territory.
[member="Ben Trasker"]