When I was a kid I drew pages and pages and pages of spaceships and Star Trek stuff. I agonized over designing cool looking vehicles to look authentic and believable.
You'd think, though, that eventually you grow out of that sort of thing.
Yet here I am at 50 and I'm still at it. I still sweat the details to get things Trek related or original to look right.
Why does this kind of fascination hold us?
Any thoughts?
You'd think, though, that eventually you grow out of that sort of thing.
Yet here I am at 50 and I'm still at it. I still sweat the details to get things Trek related or original to look right.
Why does this kind of fascination hold us?
Any thoughts?