Uploaded March 2022 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
I make no apologies for this short animation. Sometimes an artist just has to express. The choice of image, the music and the poetry below all express my current feelings about events. They may not echo yours.
If anyone would like the Blender source file for any purpose. Just let me know in the comments.
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Music Frederic Chopin - E Minor Prelude
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953
#sardipax #Blender #CGI #3D
I make no apologies for this short animation. Sometimes an artist just has to express. The choice of image, the music and the poetry below all express my current feelings about events. They may not echo yours.
If anyone would like the Blender source file for any purpose. Just let me know in the comments.
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Music Frederic Chopin - E Minor Prelude
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953
#sardipax #Blender #CGI #3D










