Now it is January. Now I have dramatically changed things about myself for the better, as a resolution to my dark thoughts of the winter. I gave up on Maya. I gave up on Windows. I'm taking my health more seriously. I'm paying attention to myself. And now, I'm learning Blender, and building my skills, shaking off the rust. And I couldn't be happier with my progress. It's going to take a bit before I can get to where I was before in terms of skill, creative flow, and presentation, but I am taking it in strides, I suppose. So I present, my first proper render in Blender. It was made following along a tutorial. It's not what I call good. But that's not the point. It is the result of learning the interface and tools of a software that was alien to me. Now I know how to use Blender properly. Now I feel free to improve myself. Now I have easier access to software I love using. It feels right. My internal ethics of how I should work as an artist have been entirely rewritten. And now it has laid a foundation for me to rebuild myself as a 3D artist.
This cup and donut. They're symbols of freedom from my mental prison. A fresh start. An empty canvas for me to build for myself. A path is made by walking on it. And I'm a butterfly with SIX feet, and have emerged from my chrysalis.