Drama 16 Stage Lighting

Photo was taken by me, Jessica Perman

Cold

The Unispan at night can be an emotionless and foreboding path.  The harsh glares of the ceiling lights with the glares against the wall, dipping in and out.  It reminds me of a horror game, where the hallways seem endless and it’s practically abandoned.  The dark figure at the end draped in the harsh lighting adds to the foreboding mood of the photo.

Monday, 1o pm. Location: My dorm overlooking the student center

Objective Orange street light shines through my dirty dorm window. my glasses halo the beam.

subjective: An irritating orange glow shines in my eye. It bounces off of my glasses frame into my eye constantly proving it will not be ignored, despite multiple room configurations- and no the blinds do not block it.  I turn, to confront the light, it stretches out never brighter just more annoying. It highlights how dirty my window is, through no fault of my own its dirty on the outside. I never thought a light could be so annoying.

I found this photo online at brotherhoodnews.com 

subject: cold

This is a photo of a hospital room. It has the token hospital color pallet of white, blue, and beige. It has a quality of psychological coldness not a lack of heat but a lack of life. It’s rigid and sanitary.

Thursday, February 9 around 5:30 PM; outside the Hague House

Sun was setting, low enough so that I couldn’t see the sun, but the sky was still rather pink, with hardly any variation, rather dim.

In the harsh cold, the sunset was a bleak disappointment.  Rather than offering any sense of warmth or comfort in the freezing air, it was plain and the pink of the sky looked as if someone had pulled a thin white sheet across the sky to dim the colors.  The pale image was no help in facing the cold.

2. This picture is in the public domain on pixabay.com

https://pixabay.com/en/cairn-stones-stone-tower-pile-403838/

3. Cold
4. The misty light reflects off the water, casting blue and purple onto the stones. These colors and the haze in the distance cast a chill over the scene, making it feel barren, desolate, and cold.

1. Thursday, February 9 at 12:30pm sitting in my bed in Hague house in the Netherlands Complex.
2. The lights in my room were off and the blinds on the window were shut, but the bright white light from the snowy scene outside shone through and lit up the room.
3. I woke up to find that the midday sun was shining brightly, enjoying itself and having fun bouncing around in the newly snow-covered world. Its happiness was contagious as the sun reached through my blinds, saturating my room with a bright white glow. My sleepy eyes adjusted as the vivid colors of my room were illuminated by the cheerfulness of a new day.

1. Suffolk hall looking at Van Der Poel, February 7th, 2017
2. Theres two dimly lit street lamps with the beams of light crossing each other,as they are pointed at each other in the foreground, and in the background is the dark outline of Van Der Poel, and the only thing you can see is the light from the windows.
3. I was looking down the sidewalk and these two street lamps had caught my attention because the light was so ominous and then i had notice the residence hall lit up. It was so foggy i couldn’t see the building, but i could see the lights coming from the different rooms and it only added to the creepy lighting.

1. February 9th, 2017, taken by me
2. Cold
3. I woke up on our snow day and saw all of these raindrops on my window and past it i saw dim white skies and the outlines of trees and it reminded me of the word cold. Everything about it seemed cold to me; the frozen rain, the snow and the dim light.

1. Outside Hague house, Feb 9th
2. The sun wasn’t out yet, and it was still snowing, but the light that managed to get through the clouds was blinding.
3. I’d been cooped up in my room all day avoiding going out into the snow as much as possible, until my suitemates decided to get food. As we walked outside, it was still snowing and freezing cold. I was geared up to be miserable until I realized that despite the clouds still being thick, and the snow still falling, the sun was managing to begin to come out just a little bit, and the reflection off the snow was exhilarating. It bounced from snow covered surface to snow covered surface, like it had just been released from a cage. It made me feel hopeful, and a little bit warm.

1. Location: Lawrence T. Hubert School of Comm men’s bathroom, February 7, 2017 at 2:40 pm.
2. Objective: Tungsten lights are glaring down against white walls, coventry grey stands, and smooth plaster toilets. They reflect against a mirror attop of a similar white sink.
3. Subjective: When thinking about the bathroom, I always think about Stanley Kubrick and his usage of lavatories. When in the bathroom, we are usually at our most vulnerable, as “Kubrick’s work is primarily concerned with the havoc, comedy, terror, and chaos unleashed by the animals in human heads” (Westerman). The bathroom allows Kubrick to display the animalistic nature that coincides or conflicts with the modern era.

As the light is reverberates through the bathroom, their can almost be a tense isolation felt below the glaring tungsten. However, there is also a peace of being alone in the bathroom, where there are no other types of distracting lights. These two ideas conflict with the ideas of dignified civility against a need for animalistic rebellion.