~ They had crash landed in an unknown area, left to fend for themselves. With communications down they had to learn how to adapt, trapped on this new planet. After several weeks of hunting, unable to shoot even a single animal they discovered fishing. While they were still no better at fishing, they found the fish would occasionally bite the hook, seemingly out of pity. Pity they realized, that's what they needed all along. They had finally hit their mark. ~
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Stormtroopers Get Schooled is the perfect Star Wars art based on an original oil painting by the anonymous artist Bucket. This ridiculously fun fan art is the perfect addition to anyone's home décor.
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About the Artist
Bucket is an anonymous artist that has chosen to keep their identity hidden. As such they havesubmitted the following statement about themselves to clear up any confusion.
~ I am Bucket and I arrived on our planet thousands of years ago, from a race of other dimensional beings made of light, magic, nerdy science fiction, and gluten. Since protruding into your dimension, I have educated the greatest artists of the world about capturing the beauty of humanity in art. From the ancient Greeks to Michelangelo, the Impressionists and even all that Jackson Pollock nonsense, I have had a direct influence on your exploration of art. I since decided to focus on highlighting humanity's stupidity and hilarity, because, well after all this time, I find humanity to be stupid and hilarious. Not being human, I have no gender, but prefer to be identified with females as the only ones on your planet who seem to know what the hell they're doing. In my own dimension, my entire body is a beautiful form of starlight and cosmic magnificence, but in your dimension I manifest as a small pink lump of some rubbery stuff with eyeballs. My given name in my own world is unpronounceable in any human tongue, but roughly translates as "cylindrical vessel of light and knowledge, also a convenient way to carry stuff with a terribly uncomfortable handle". I enjoy long walks on the beach, the Beatles, and have a strange affinity for nerdy science fiction movies and glutenous pastry products.~