abstract acrylic painting

Luke closed his eyes with absolute concentration. Threepio began rattling on ina terribly unsettled manner, as if he'd been caught falsifying his own program."They don't believe me, Master Luke, just as I told you…" Luke wasn't listening to the droid, though; he was visualizing him. Seeing himsitting shiny and golden on his throne of twigs, nodding this way and that, prattling onabout the most inconsequential of matters, sitting there in the black void of Luke'sconsciousness…and slowly beginning to rise. Slowly, Threepio began to rise. At first, he didn't notice; at first, nobody did. Threepio just went right ontalking, as his entire litter steadily elevated off the ground. "…told you, I told you, Itold you they wouldn't. I don't know why you—wha—wait a minute…what'shappening here?…"