It has been only a month since I started learning 3D. I have had experience in other fields of art, such as moviemaking, graphic design, a little bit of fashion, and painting. But out of all these things, the art of 3D—or, to be exact, programs such as Blender that mix math and physics with visuals and motion—always had a special place in my heart.

By the mere fact of the hours I have spent on this vast world of visual creation (not to mention that I only started using Marvelous Designer a week ago after I saw the RenderHub fashion contest), I know that I'm in no place to compete with other fellow artists who had the privilege of starting sooner than me. But I've promised myself that whether it's good or bad, I should finish it. (I thought that I was going to do well, but in the middle of the process, I figured out that I was way behind and got discouraged, but I still managed to keep my pace.)

So here it is: the dress of an ice-cold woman. It is the manifestation of my experience this week that kept reminding me of my incompetence. So, to cut the story short, I went through hell and kept going. But, man, hell was beautiful, thanks to RenderHub, which started my motors and introduced me to a new program and forced me to learn another wonderful application.