Skinning Poem

I spent 6 weeks making a photosourced skin using photos from the photosource subscription service called 3d.sk Here is a poem I wrote about that model.

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how can I translate you to another surface your eye's recess your mathematical tenderness the shadow of revolution over your aristocratic nose your veins rolling over crevasses your too red legs stark flesh that has taken root did the light scatter under your surface did you witness the photographer turning into a werewolf howling at the fullness of your ass did the manager grouse about shifting the talent to after lunch did the session pay for a new muffler a bottle of whiskey jellybean shoes did you go home to a flat where everything is painted white

Sleeping Dreams of Second Life

I have sleeping dreams about second life all the time. I am learning so much and the brain organizes newly learned stuff during dreams. Some dream scenes are framed by the building editor. I try to fine tune the rotation of that linked prim by just a few degrees and it swings about wildly. Stop it! Or I dream about a real life interior space that was made to resemble SL rooms with badly seamed plaster and cubes floating to the top of the walls. I dreamed of making a "costume" from my sculpties that we not intended to be worn. When I logged in the next morning I just had to try it. "I'm ready for my audition, Mr. Ziegfeld."