Scott Kenny
@contentsky.bsky.social
broomvsthecombine.bandcamp.com
In 2018 I was a finalist in an official StarWars.com fan art contest with entries from all over the world. I submitted this stained glass candle box I titled “Bespin”.
The winner was a “stained glass” panel someone made in photoshop. That’s my life right there. #itssalt
The winner was a “stained glass” panel someone made in photoshop. That’s my life right there. #itssalt
February 14, 2025 at 12:09 AM
In 2018 I was a finalist in an official StarWars.com fan art contest with entries from all over the world. I submitted this stained glass candle box I titled “Bespin”.
The winner was a “stained glass” panel someone made in photoshop. That’s my life right there. #itssalt
The winner was a “stained glass” panel someone made in photoshop. That’s my life right there. #itssalt
I took this photo on an 8th grade Washington DC school trip. I found it in a shoebox earlier this summer and have since framed it and put it on my desk. Nothing we’re seeing now is new.
January 27, 2025 at 11:23 PM
I took this photo on an 8th grade Washington DC school trip. I found it in a shoebox earlier this summer and have since framed it and put it on my desk. Nothing we’re seeing now is new.
20 years ago.
I’ve never had the chops to make this my whole life (despite some attempts) but I’m thankful for everything that came along with that primal urge to pick up a guitar, write to a form, and sing my damn heart out whether I sounded good or not.
I’ve never had the chops to make this my whole life (despite some attempts) but I’m thankful for everything that came along with that primal urge to pick up a guitar, write to a form, and sing my damn heart out whether I sounded good or not.
January 25, 2025 at 1:24 PM
20 years ago.
I’ve never had the chops to make this my whole life (despite some attempts) but I’m thankful for everything that came along with that primal urge to pick up a guitar, write to a form, and sing my damn heart out whether I sounded good or not.
I’ve never had the chops to make this my whole life (despite some attempts) but I’m thankful for everything that came along with that primal urge to pick up a guitar, write to a form, and sing my damn heart out whether I sounded good or not.
