Monday, July 19, 2010

Z-brush shenanigans

I wanted to cry at first, but three hours later I managed to flesh out a dude. That's my soul in his sad face, cringing at my ineptness.

If I were slightly less stable I would definitely be hyperventilating. Typing in my blog when Mister B is demonstrating isn't an especially good idea.

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