Paul stands alone, thumber clenched in his hand, about to either prove himself to the Fremen, or perish.
It's been a while since I've submitted. I really need to get better...
Sorry so wide. Tried to capture the feeling of the vast wasteland and anticipation of the future/unkown.
A couple thoughts. I tried to keep very close to the palette of my previous Fremen submission. Maybe too close. My next Dune work will have to be different. I am so pumped over the thumper. Summoning Shai-Hulud always seemed like it should be religious for them... a sacrament... so I styled the thumper to be ceremonial and a sacred device. I can see some Fremen hand crafting that staff from some alien wood, polishing it until it gleems.
It's funny how many happy accidents happen during this; the haze on the dune feeling like a sandstorm about to blow in... the odd oily look on the water pouches in his still suit... the dark shadows in his cowl... none of it planned, but spots that I enjoyed once the process was done.