Q: How many Han Solos does it take to change a lightbulb? A: Two, apparently. But if there’s two of them, should he not be Han Duo?
Anyway, a little while ago I found this in a cardboard box in the loft…
In the interests of transparency, I’m not entirely sure either of the Han Solos in this picture are actually trying to change a lightbulb. But then I can’t say for certain that they’re not, either. They bookend a comprehensive gallery of Star Wars notables, all out on parade along the wonky sand dunes of Tatooine in this somewhat over-busy homage to the film that dominated my every waking thought in 1978. And most of my sleeping thoughts, too. The Han on the left has been somewhat debilitated by a laser blast to the nether regions; the Han on the right appears to be lancing a cloud. But who knows what thoughts were really passing through my muddled, barely-formed mind at the age of five and a half? All I knew was that Star Wars was the only thing in life worth living for, and I simply wanted to draw everything in it. Preferably on the same sheet of A4 paper round my Gran’s house on a lazy Saturday afternoon.
So, from the left… Han Solo #1 throwing his blaster in the air, observed by a tiny Chewbacca who exists simply to prove – not for the only time in my life – that I have very little grasp on perspective. His nemesis is an Imperial Stormtrooper who appears to be standing on my Dad’s trusty decorating stepstool, unwisely turning his back on that iconic lightsabre duel between Darth Vader and Obi-Wan Kenobi. The only witness to which is a tiny Princess Leia, standing next to a giant, floating squid. Next up is a positively microscopic Jawa, dwarfed by an enormous Power Droid from his own Sandcrawler. Then Luke Skywalker and Han Solo #2 are on cloud-lancing duties, with R2D2 and C3PO between them, looking understandably concerned at the implications for Tatooine’s short-term weather prospects.
And above them? Every bloody spaceship I could draw. TIE Fighters, X-Wing Fighters, Star Destroyers, the Millennium Falcon, the Rebel Blockade Runner and – slap bang in the middle of it all – what looks curiously like the Box of Delights, but with the ability to take down the lot of them.
The wolves are running, Master Harker. But how many of them does it take to change a lightbulb? Don’t start.
May the Fourth be with you.
Felt Trips is a collaborative effort. If anyone wants to contribute their own childhood drawings from the era, I would be utterly delighted – please drop me a line using the “Contact” link at the top of the page. A good quality scan would be perfect, but – if not – then a clear photo of your artwork, lying flat, is fine. And maybe a few words of explanation, too: when the drawings were done, how old you were, what inspired you to tackle those particular subjects? Thanks so much.
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