 Originally Posted by lucidbunnie
I'm doing a course on Autodesk 3DS Max, Maya, and Mudbox. Other than that fighting this cold and fever.
Oh cool. It's good you're learning Maya at the same time as 3ds max really. Learning one and then the other later isn't the easiest of transitions to make. Based on my own experience and testimony from others I've spoken to, it's easier to go from 3ds max to Maya than the other way around, provided you don't just learn them at the same time. The concept of smoothing groups seemed totally alien to my friends who were used to smoothing hardness/softness, and at least at the time, 3ds max's UVing tools were fairly inferior to maya's and not all that intuitive to get a hang of.
Personally I would recommend ZBrush over Mudbox if you're capable of obtaining it and using it instead. The pros of using Mudbox are that it's a bit more user friendly (at a bit of a cost) and the camera movement and manipulation controls are the same as Max since it's an Autodesk program... ZBrush also tends to be utterly confusing at first (at least IME), but if you just learn the basics, everything else pretty much follows from there. The versatility is outstanding and achieving lots of things is remarkably smooth and easy (not to mention quicker). I guess really it's down to personal preference, but as somebody who learned Mudbox first and liked it better for the longest time, I think my bias here is at a relative minimum.
In any case, good luck with any of the projects you work on!
What I am doing:
Writing up my "nightmare" experience from a day ago, trying but likely failing at describing it in enough quality to effectively communicate just what exactly happened at the end of it in a way I'll be satisfied with. For some reason the experience seemed to be a lot more than it actually was at face value while experiencing it... that is to say, I feel like once I get it all out in writing that it'll sound rather... well, lacking the same profundity it seemed to affect me with when I woke up. It was one of those kinds of experiences that you wind up not being able to immediately react to emotionally or physically... kind of like witnessing a great and terrible natural disaster that so utterly obliterates and destroys everything out of nowhere leaves you awe struck and so taken aback and drawn inward from the dissociation resulting from the shock that when you finally form thoughts again, you're left questioning just how it is you are supposed to be feeling at that moment given the situation (and why you aren't already feeling the way you should expect to be feeling).
I mean, it really shouldn't be all that significant i guess as an experience, but for some reason it had me temporarily break role as a character in the play of everyday life--giving me a peak behind the curtains that veil the hidden, incomprehensible machinations that pull the strings that animate the characters forward on the stage of the world. Not that I could understand any of what I saw there, though. It just generated a slew of questions about reality that I haven't seriously asked or entertained (at least not coming from a perspective with absolutely zero assumptions made about its nature before hand, as if a child) in a very long time.
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