Where do you come from? Is it a secret? It's not so much a secret, as that it doesn't exist anymore. Not in this world. Not in your time. Or your parents'. Or theirs. Today I call Baton Rouge, Louisiana, my home. But that is not where I have always lived, or where I was born. I come from a place and time born so long ago that no one remembers where it is today. Memories of my home fade into the past like the dust that floats down that ray of sunshine onto that end table. No one has spoken of my birthplace for so long that if spoken today, the name would be unrecognizable, thought of as fantasy. After Chaos, and after the Migration, we moved here, gradually rebuilding our lives. But much of our history was lost during the Migration, and more was forgotten during the Reconstruction– forgotten or locked away. There are many scrolls and books here in the library, each telling a part of the history of my Clan. But they are in no particular order. I have scribed them as my memories flash before my eyes. Somewhere there must be the beginning. But where? Perhaps in that book over there . . . |
 |
I completed another lesson for Blender — making a cross and then learning to make the UV map for it. Of course, it didn’t help that I had bronchitis while I was working on this. I kept misreading the instructions. Finally, I got through it and completed a cross. I still have to package up the prop, but here’s a render with my cross:
Filed under: Poser/DAZ, UpdatesNo Comments »
« Pain Pill | Home | The Year of the Dragon! »
