3D-Art
Nach langer Zeit haben ich mal wieder ein 3D-Bild "veranstaltet", diesmal die Illustration zu "Arrangement of Thorns", der Link steht rechts in der Leiste unter "Favorurite Stories".
Das Bild bezieht sich auf einen Abschnitt im 4. Kapitel, welcher wie folgt lautet:
Erestor gestured and Elladan turned, again gracefully, slowly, swan-like within the thin layer of white silk and cream lace. Now Erestor turned his attention to Elrohir, and his expression was smooth, the tone of his voice didactic.
"Look, Elrohir."
Elladan raised his arms over his head, and Erestor grasped the slippery fabric, lifted it over his hips, past his waist, over his head. Elrohir sucked in a harsh breath, shock temporarily turning his thoughts into a blur of white light.
Welts crossed Elladan's buttocks and thighs in an obviously intentional pattern, lay at each side of his spine in a herring bone design. They looked to be a couple of days old, red fading to pink at the edges, partially healed. Elrohir swallowed hard. He had noticed no sign of physical discomfort when Elladan had sat with him on the bedrock river shore, but the welts had to still be painful. He reached forward, arm moving seemingly of its own accord, fingers trembling in fascinated curiosity and dread. He snatched his hand back at the last moment, held it clenched at his side. Erestor chuckled.
"You may touch, Elrohir."
He did not touch. He cast Erestor a look that was meant to be empowered with anger and disgust. Only mute confusion was readable among the emotions milling behind his dark eyes though, and when Erestor crooked a finger at him, silently asked him to circle Elladan, he obeyed.
Und so sieht die Visualisierung aus:
Das Bild bezieht sich auf einen Abschnitt im 4. Kapitel, welcher wie folgt lautet:
Erestor gestured and Elladan turned, again gracefully, slowly, swan-like within the thin layer of white silk and cream lace. Now Erestor turned his attention to Elrohir, and his expression was smooth, the tone of his voice didactic.
"Look, Elrohir."
Elladan raised his arms over his head, and Erestor grasped the slippery fabric, lifted it over his hips, past his waist, over his head. Elrohir sucked in a harsh breath, shock temporarily turning his thoughts into a blur of white light.
Welts crossed Elladan's buttocks and thighs in an obviously intentional pattern, lay at each side of his spine in a herring bone design. They looked to be a couple of days old, red fading to pink at the edges, partially healed. Elrohir swallowed hard. He had noticed no sign of physical discomfort when Elladan had sat with him on the bedrock river shore, but the welts had to still be painful. He reached forward, arm moving seemingly of its own accord, fingers trembling in fascinated curiosity and dread. He snatched his hand back at the last moment, held it clenched at his side. Erestor chuckled.
"You may touch, Elrohir."
He did not touch. He cast Erestor a look that was meant to be empowered with anger and disgust. Only mute confusion was readable among the emotions milling behind his dark eyes though, and when Erestor crooked a finger at him, silently asked him to circle Elladan, he obeyed.
Und so sieht die Visualisierung aus:
naergilien - am Samstag, 2. August 2003, 00:58 - Sternzeichen: 3D-Art
noch keine Sterne - Schenk mir einen Stern!
...worum es beim 3D-Rendern eigentlich geht, hier mal zwei Bilder meines neuen "Glorfindel", den ich grade für eine Freundin 'erschaffen' habe:
naergilien - am Donnerstag, 10. Juli 2003, 16:15 - Sternzeichen: 3D-Art
