Slow motion. Foot stamping in a dust. Gentle flamenco. Red fabric falling from man’s shoulder into strong hands, flowing with the wind, so ethereal, yet so firm. Impatient hoofs stir up a cloud of sand. Music hastens, gets louder. The bull gains speed. Line between life and death gets thinner. Single reflection on perfectly polished steel. Downcast eyes. Heartbeat is the only sound el matador can hear. The beast attacks! Red fabric, cold steel, red blood and last breath. Everything fades into darkness… The crowd rages.
Advanced soft-body for fabric, particles for dust, some pre-rendered crowd maybe. Textures for fur and for subtle pattern of the handmade clothes: the ornamented jacket, torero’s short pants and a hat. Field of depth for focus from the man’s eyes to the bull. Fluid simulation for blood running down the spade, some blood drops dripping from the tip. Background music, sounds of fabric, crowd, heartbeat, tramp of hoofs, roar of a dying animal. A lot to do.
Some day,
Matthew
