Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul
The official Sim opening will be held on the 13th of August at 2pm SLT , with a live classical performance by Samm Qendra at 2.30pm SLT. (if you intend to go, please let Storm know in advance!).
The artwork is placed in a dome/globe and you can follow the path, to discover Storm’s interpretation of the poem, as if you are walking through it. I am a bit stubborn, and perhaps a bit slow because the full instruction are on a roll at the landingpoint and by the time I was walking around I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to do – sorry Storm!
So I wandered around by myself and enjoyed the scenery and the several scenes. Well put together and lovely for taking pictures. As mentioned it is all in a dome/globe, so use of windlights and proper shadows is almost impossible and so – again sorry Storm! – I derendered the globe to be able to play with shadows and get the lights in and totally did not follow Storms request on the use of atmospheric shaders…
Congratulations to Storm for this piece of art!