I was met with a considerably less than auspicious start to the day as the washing machine decided to shrink my already tight jeans to the blood flow stopping tightness of bulldog wedging its head in a stair gate. They are now property of Lynne.
On a more fortuitous note, a day of reclusive behaviour allowed me to work on Finlay's ambient occluded (is that even a term?) test room.
Its by no means finished just yet, but it gives an indication of what the room COULD look like when textured in this manner. Of course, we'd have proper light sources, different structures and paraphernalia lying around.
I'll continue this tomorrow and post a new version in good time.
Any feedback, comments, or jeans donations would be appreciated.