I've always had a thing for overly complex projects. The kind that make you step back, take a deep breath, and maybe laugh a little nervously. This one landed on my desk some time ago: "Recreate the main hall of the Montreal Cinema Cineplex Forum in 3D. Use only random images found online. Then, add lights and decoration for a themed party presentation. You have 4 days."
No blueprints. No laser scans. No reference measurements. No design concept. Just a handful of random tourist photos, each showing a different, awkward angle, taken over several years. And a vague theme mood board.
My mind immediately started piecing it together like a jigsaw puzzle where half the pieces were missing. The first few hours were just… staring. Staring at photos and analyzing, trying to stuff it all in and get a feeling of the space and volumes in my bones.
And then the best part comes. That moment when the blur comes into focus and the path becomes clear. Because you're not just building a model - you're reverse-engineering a feeling from a vague description. The pressure cooker of a 96-hour deadline helps me focus. Now its time to stop overthinking and start doing.
The excruciatingly painful journey from "Why TF did I get into this!?" to "It's done!" is what I live for. Putting order into chaos and seeing it finally come together… that’s the addiction. That’s the quiet satisfaction that makes all the complexity worth it.