Spring 2016 - Spring 2018
I don’t remember when I wrote this poem or why anymore, but it ended up working well for my final project in my 3D modeling and animation course in college.
I textured and animated the entire project. All of the models were made by me except for the human mesh, which was provided to me with rigging by my professor, Alex Lee.
I leveraged Maya’s Python scripting capabilities to automate the animation of the field of geometric fragments.
Audio production was done by me in FL Studio.
The poem:
He walked across a bridge of glass
And as he did it shattered.
Around him fell a broken past
And with it that which mattered.But as he looked ahead he saw
The bridge was made of clay.
Smooth and rough and wet and raw,
To shape it as he may.As he walked the sun came up,
And on him it would focus.
Drying only where he was
But not the path ahead.When he was sad and thought, “alas”,
Then the sun would wane.
With it went the clay to glass
To shatter and fall again.On this bridge he came to learn
That onwards was the clay
Where the things he still came to yearn
Could be molded throughout the day.