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Imagination-I : 3D modelling in Blender 2.70

This post contains some of the 3D artworks by me in Blender 2.70. To be honest, I started learning 3D modelling just a month ago and I have tried my hands on Blender. I can say, I am kind of satisfied with the results, though I am pretty sure that there is a much longer way to go...

A for ANT

Concept of a Fighter 


 Still Life 1

Interior
Glider

Grassland-1

Grassland-2

Last of the Redwyne

THE SPLASH

Not Today

Why WOOD you DO That 

Outside the walls of Troy

Still Life-2

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