My Sweet Rose painting

My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
Nude on the Beach
So," the Dark Lord rumbled. "You have come to me." "And you to me." "The Emperor is expecting you. He believes you will turn to the dark side." "I know…Father." It was momentous act for Luke—to address his father, ashis father. But he'd done it, now, and kept himself under control, and the momentwas past. It was done. He felt stronger for it. He felt potent. "So, you have finally accepted the truth," Vader gloated. "I have accepted the truth that you were once Anakin Skywalker, my father." "That name no longer has meaning for me." It was a name long ago. Adifferent life, a different universe. Could he truly once have been that man? "It is the name of your true self," Luke's gaze bore steadily down on the cloakedfigure. "You have only forgotten. I know there is good in you. The Emperor