We are the film characters
Where are no directors, no make-up artists,
No operators, no lighting designers no,
Where all actors are employed
And has its own role, ultimate priority and text.

We are the film character,
Without front cover, sentimentality, intrigues
And no accompaniment
Where is no lie nor truth,
Where everything is clear
Story line is the major line
Life - one big script
created by ourselves,
not written, but memorized.
And we don't know the ending,
however charging and shooting,
shooting, shooting ... action!

We are the film characters
On the black and white type
And playing delicately
Almost seamless
Without static shots
One big race
Without close-ups, everything in vista shot,
From the distance

We are the film character.
Almost silent movie.
With various special effects and tricks,
Without stunt persons and dublicates
And only one shot
One careless movement:
Stop, thanks, cut!

We - film characters
Not television serial
There will be end and no happy ending
We are the film characters
It is shame that there are few good films...

Sorry for primitive english and mistakes. In this case it doesn't matter.
Бог простит.

Interesting to read

The Anatomy of an Explosions

Making of Tron

I think from this point the modelling process will speed up.

Ornaments preview.

Into Maya Dynamics & Particle System

I still need to add carved patterns, however, I don't know the best way to do this. Modelling, normal map, or use claster and push or pull or play with curve.
Alan, if somehow you will have a glance to this post, maybe you suggest me something. Otherwise they look way too primitive. Anyway, there is tuesday.

p.s. progress in WIP section.Indeed.

Description of the Attic

It was very dingy and dusty, and only primitively furnished, but it had a neatness which showed it was not a slum-denizen’s quarters. There were shelves full of theological and classical books, and another bookcase containing treatises on magic- Paracelsus, Albertus Magnus, Trithemius, Hermes Trismegistus, Borellus, and others in a strange alphabet whose titles I could not decipher. The furniture was very plain. There was a door, but it led only into a closet. The only egress was the aperture in the floor up to which the crude, steep staircase led. The windows were of bull’s-eye pattern, and the black oak beams bespoke unbelievable antiquity. Plainly, this house was of the Old World.