Wednesday, December 15, 2010
A Light in the Dark.
Started of as an experiment to add a mood to a lighting scene. Used Mental Ray. Added fog the light, didn't bother with the textures, used the basic shaders. Added fur to the ground. The light post needs a bit of tweaking. No render pass used so far.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Malfunctioning of a Dead Brain.
I have a dream , I see myself , I kill myself in it, but there is this one problem . It feels more real than a dream, as if my eyes are open even though I'm dreaming.I keep killing myself in different ways, its like an inevitable never ending loop of blowing up of brains and cutting and slashing but the only one on the receiving end is me. An epiphany made me realise that the world i am living in, the food that i'm eating, the clothes that i wear, the stupid commercials on tv are nothing but farce piece of shit, its nothing close to the fucking reality. what is reality ? i'm no where close to it. Nothing is real and maybe not even me. I wake up only to a crater of death staring back at me. i shoot myself. i wake up. am i in hell ? . is this what you call hell ? .
A silver shining substance stares at the man holding it in his palm. He lifts it closer, slices his hand, nerves start jutting out blood like a beautiful waterfall . He lets himself lean back against the couch welcoming the pain, oh such beautiful pain, accompanying him till the end.
We keep zooming out till we reach his body on the couch. Nothing we could see but this face. Maybe he is dreaming. With a sudden fit of flying hands he opens his eyes screaming and nearly falls off the couch, "it felt so real". he mumbled. Staring at the glass of unfinished wine, blaming it for what just happened to him, he drank. Giving a sly smile he takes the gun places it hear his forehead, blinks , flinches and pulls the trigger. The smell of gunpowder fills the room. We follow the expressionless face till it falls to the ground with a dead thump. Screaming he opens his eyes,"it felt so real" , he said to himself. Taking in deep breaths and consoling himself, he took the almost empty glass of wine, drank the whole thing at one go and stands up to go the kitchen .
Flinging the glass unto the sink , he washed his face. Letting the cold water sober him again and making him hungry for something solid.
He made some beacons and eggs, ate it with coffee washed the dishes and took out the brown sugar which he so dearly loved. If given a choice between sugar and a life legit and free from all miseries he'd go for the sugar. "which life doesnt have miseries, you were born , that your worst fucking fault" , he would tell himself or others who kept bugging him .
Rolling up a paper and making proper distributions of the heavenly powder, he brushed his hair back, placed the paper near his nose and sniffed to hallelujah. the beautiful feeling of flying hit him as soon as the powder took effect.
He could see nothing but clouds and angels with a small golden halo on top of every one of them, he was flying amongst them. He never felt happier in his life. but this was not to last for long, a huge air bubble swallowed him to its center and they started descending down to the place he dreaded.
He had to get out, he started rummaging amongst his pockets looking for something pointed that could poop this bubble. He found a pen that his mother gave him on his 12th birthday, "i still have this?" questioning himself to which he knew there was no answer, he popped the bubble and stated falling at a great speed and felt the ground getting closer and closer.He heard someone scream but realized that he was the who was doing the screaming .Rotating and screaming to his death, he never felt this alive his entire life. He was having the best time of his life. He hit the floor.
Eyes opened and he saw his carpet on the floor and understood he was dreaming. He lifted himself to the couch, looked straight at the mirror and the reflection of himself, " what a mundane world, what a fucking boring life"
Sitting up on the couch he could see from all the trash in front of him, the door to the place. Walking up to it and opening it he saw the corridor of his apartment. Though he had seen it many times, it seemed new to him. A long stretch of doors on either side of the corridor was seen. He closed his door behind him and walked to the door opposite him. He opened it, to his sub-conscious mind, the event taking place inside this room was shocking to the point of unbelievable reality. He saw himself holding a gun and pulling the trigger and dropping dead. Quickly closing the door, he opened it again, only this time he saw himself jump off the window. Telling himself what he just saw was not real, he opened the next door just to see himself slicing his hands.
Freaking out even more he started running and randomly opening doors to see himself committing suicide in each and everyone of them. He ran up through the stairway to the roof, where he saw nothing but a hatch , something which is in every normal house that lead up to its attic. He tried opening it but to no avail , it was tightly closed or something or someone was holding it down from the other side.
He started back to his room , afraid what he'll see inside. Would he see himself? Not certain what the future had in store for him , he ran on . On opening his door he let out a sigh of relief. It was empty . Panting and uncertain of what he should do he sat on his couch. Hands on his palms he started thinking, " what the fuck is happening? where am i? am i dreaming? . let me wake up ? stop doing this to me . LET ME OUT " . everything led down to an equilibrium breaker and the result came out through a chair flying through the room to the mirror, breaking it. Something weird happened , rather than revealing a part of the wall, he could see a hole behind it.
He cautiously walked to it, broke whatever was left of it and stared down the never ending abyss of infinite darkness. "what in the name of god is this?" . knowing that standing around and doing nothing would not answer his question . Rummaging through the drawer, making objects fly here and there he finally found what he was looking for, a torch light. Turning it on he focused it through the hole, it was pitch black and the light helped only for a few feet. It was more like a tunnel , but to where? Taking a huge deep breath like he'll never breathe again , he crouched inside it and started crawling to the other side. After an hour or so which felt more like an eternity, he could see light from the other side of the tunnel . At last he reach the end. Curiosity killing him, not being to take in any longer , he started crawling faster. the light grew intense now and before he knew it he fell through the exit on solid ground. Never had he seen such beauty , never had he felt more like god.
The room in which he was standing had nothing but windows, huge sliding windows with the view outside so mind boggling and spell bounding that he couldnt blink, he kept staring with eyes wide open. The solar system could be seen ,the beauty and magnificent majestic infinity of stars was staring down at him . But everything started shaking and the solar system was left behind and now he was flying through the planets he used to read when he was a kid. Then he saw it, the planet he was in, the most beautiful and gorgeous planet in this system, but he didnt stop there. He kept flying till he saw the place he lived in.
The apartment, his room , his couch and on it, he himself, his head blown open and a gun in his right hand.
He was dead.
A silver shining substance stares at the man holding it in his palm. He lifts it closer, slices his hand, nerves start jutting out blood like a beautiful waterfall . He lets himself lean back against the couch welcoming the pain, oh such beautiful pain, accompanying him till the end.
We keep zooming out till we reach his body on the couch. Nothing we could see but this face. Maybe he is dreaming. With a sudden fit of flying hands he opens his eyes screaming and nearly falls off the couch, "it felt so real". he mumbled. Staring at the glass of unfinished wine, blaming it for what just happened to him, he drank. Giving a sly smile he takes the gun places it hear his forehead, blinks , flinches and pulls the trigger. The smell of gunpowder fills the room. We follow the expressionless face till it falls to the ground with a dead thump. Screaming he opens his eyes,"it felt so real" , he said to himself. Taking in deep breaths and consoling himself, he took the almost empty glass of wine, drank the whole thing at one go and stands up to go the kitchen .
Flinging the glass unto the sink , he washed his face. Letting the cold water sober him again and making him hungry for something solid.
He made some beacons and eggs, ate it with coffee washed the dishes and took out the brown sugar which he so dearly loved. If given a choice between sugar and a life legit and free from all miseries he'd go for the sugar. "which life doesnt have miseries, you were born , that your worst fucking fault" , he would tell himself or others who kept bugging him .
Rolling up a paper and making proper distributions of the heavenly powder, he brushed his hair back, placed the paper near his nose and sniffed to hallelujah. the beautiful feeling of flying hit him as soon as the powder took effect.
He could see nothing but clouds and angels with a small golden halo on top of every one of them, he was flying amongst them. He never felt happier in his life. but this was not to last for long, a huge air bubble swallowed him to its center and they started descending down to the place he dreaded.
He had to get out, he started rummaging amongst his pockets looking for something pointed that could poop this bubble. He found a pen that his mother gave him on his 12th birthday, "i still have this?" questioning himself to which he knew there was no answer, he popped the bubble and stated falling at a great speed and felt the ground getting closer and closer.He heard someone scream but realized that he was the who was doing the screaming .Rotating and screaming to his death, he never felt this alive his entire life. He was having the best time of his life. He hit the floor.
Eyes opened and he saw his carpet on the floor and understood he was dreaming. He lifted himself to the couch, looked straight at the mirror and the reflection of himself, " what a mundane world, what a fucking boring life"
Sitting up on the couch he could see from all the trash in front of him, the door to the place. Walking up to it and opening it he saw the corridor of his apartment. Though he had seen it many times, it seemed new to him. A long stretch of doors on either side of the corridor was seen. He closed his door behind him and walked to the door opposite him. He opened it, to his sub-conscious mind, the event taking place inside this room was shocking to the point of unbelievable reality. He saw himself holding a gun and pulling the trigger and dropping dead. Quickly closing the door, he opened it again, only this time he saw himself jump off the window. Telling himself what he just saw was not real, he opened the next door just to see himself slicing his hands.
Freaking out even more he started running and randomly opening doors to see himself committing suicide in each and everyone of them. He ran up through the stairway to the roof, where he saw nothing but a hatch , something which is in every normal house that lead up to its attic. He tried opening it but to no avail , it was tightly closed or something or someone was holding it down from the other side.
He started back to his room , afraid what he'll see inside. Would he see himself? Not certain what the future had in store for him , he ran on . On opening his door he let out a sigh of relief. It was empty . Panting and uncertain of what he should do he sat on his couch. Hands on his palms he started thinking, " what the fuck is happening? where am i? am i dreaming? . let me wake up ? stop doing this to me . LET ME OUT " . everything led down to an equilibrium breaker and the result came out through a chair flying through the room to the mirror, breaking it. Something weird happened , rather than revealing a part of the wall, he could see a hole behind it.
He cautiously walked to it, broke whatever was left of it and stared down the never ending abyss of infinite darkness. "what in the name of god is this?" . knowing that standing around and doing nothing would not answer his question . Rummaging through the drawer, making objects fly here and there he finally found what he was looking for, a torch light. Turning it on he focused it through the hole, it was pitch black and the light helped only for a few feet. It was more like a tunnel , but to where? Taking a huge deep breath like he'll never breathe again , he crouched inside it and started crawling to the other side. After an hour or so which felt more like an eternity, he could see light from the other side of the tunnel . At last he reach the end. Curiosity killing him, not being to take in any longer , he started crawling faster. the light grew intense now and before he knew it he fell through the exit on solid ground. Never had he seen such beauty , never had he felt more like god.
The room in which he was standing had nothing but windows, huge sliding windows with the view outside so mind boggling and spell bounding that he couldnt blink, he kept staring with eyes wide open. The solar system could be seen ,the beauty and magnificent majestic infinity of stars was staring down at him . But everything started shaking and the solar system was left behind and now he was flying through the planets he used to read when he was a kid. Then he saw it, the planet he was in, the most beautiful and gorgeous planet in this system, but he didnt stop there. He kept flying till he saw the place he lived in.
The apartment, his room , his couch and on it, he himself, his head blown open and a gun in his right hand.
He was dead.
Open Eyes.
Wrote this with my eyes close the whole time. It helped. -credit goes to the soundtrack of The Shawshank Redemption by Thomas Newman- An intricate piece of art.
You're in a room full of people, shouting, talking and making noise. You're not in the mood to shout or talk or make noise. You don't like noise. You put on your earphones, hit the play button and live in a trance. You close your eyes and you're not there anymore. No shouting, no talking. No noise. Just a calm meaningful conducting of art. The orchestra plays life to you. All that was black changes to redefined beauty. You define it. Starts with a white halo circling the dark black hole, transitions to a phenomenon. You're the conductor. Make believe and you're there. Soft single tunes of the bass, the woodwind, the percussion. You can hear it start, you can hear it build up. Starts slow, starts a calm ocean. The old waves give way for the new in a slow monotone. You're walking on water. You still walk, the waves rush on now. They get bigger, stronger, you start to run, jump. Calms down again. You slow down and take a breath and look around. Beautiful infinity. You see a silhouette in the horizon. A complete new urge surges through. You want to know who that is. You want to know who stays in your sub-conscious. Such delicate contours. It seems to please you. You smile like you've never thought possible before. You seem to be lifted up in the air. You float now. Everything gets deadly quiet. A dread. The calmness before the storm, the anticipation before the finale. Here it comes. Stand ground. Stand straight. You can make it through it. Bring on the rain, the pain, the hurricane. I am ready. They stand clear. They are afraid. They're afraid of your confidence, you're ability to fend off difficulties and walk through them. They're always afraid. The contours, the smile, the walk. It's a long way, no, you're there. No more contours, no more blackness but a the perfect vision of the most phenomenal thing you could have ever imagined. You take her hand. Dance away dear boy, dance away to the tune of the old. Dance on water. Dance with life. You seem to go underwater. Everything seems to get more clearer. Everything black around you but you stare at the white beauty. You continue dancing and you see what you saw at the beginning, but ever so clearer now. You see a miracle. The work of god. You see the halo, the blackness. You have moved into the center. The center of a world, your world. You're not alone. You drown to live again. You fought to resurface. Washed off are all your pain and suffering. You close your eyes to open them again and they are open. You breathe and see people around you. They shout, they talk and they make noise. You don't mind. You have your earphones on. You pass on a faint smile to these people and carry on.
Caustics.
Caustics. A very old scene which I recently looked up. Final edited version would be put up later. For this I used a separate light to emit the photons for caustics and a separate lights to emit global illumination photons. Final Gathering is turned on.
Product Lighting.
Rendered in Mental Ray without Final Gathering on. Used a basic three point light setup.
Evening.
An evening scene. Rendered using Maya software. Added occlusion pass and used Adobe Photoshop to composite the final render. Have to change the sky and give a more orange tint to the shadows.
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