- February 16 at 3:00 in a classroom in the basement of Breslin Hall.
- Bright fluorescent ceiling lights were the only source of light in the classroom; there were no windows for natural light.
- The artificial blueish white light shone harshly on the sleepy, bored students. In the dark concrete abyss that is that basement of Breslin Hall, the forceful lights made it look and feel like a prison cell—like we were trapped and time was passing slower and slower each minute.
22 Feb. 2016 – 1:19pm – 2nd story Breslin Hall
The sun shines through a dirty window and also appears to reflect off of the bricks on the exterior of the building some. This shines a textured and patterned light on the interior wall and some grey doors of Breslin Hall. On the slightly peach-colored, off-white wall, the light looks cream, and, on the grey doors, the light looks light greenish with some blue in it.
The lighting is rough and intriguing. It displays a gobo-like pattern on an ordinary surrounding; thus, making the setting endowed with a theatrical magic. No longer are the objects just a wall and some doors; they are gritty like sand and mysterious like ocean waves with splashes of whitish foam and deeper colors. The lighting harkens to the beach with its reflected greenish and cream colors. The wall and doors are foreign objects in a bland classroom building setting with this lighting softly expanding across it. A breath filled with the smell of the ocean and dampness of water can be felt and imagined through this lighting. The lighting is transporting, alluring to the eye, and soothing with its gentle contrast between the light and shapes created by its false gobo.
Location: Tuesday, 3/11/14, 4:35 pm, Outside Breslin Hall
Objective Description: The sun reflecting off of the windows of Breslin
Subjective Description: As I approached the building, I was immediately blinded. For the first time in a long time, the sun was bright and hot in the sky. It always seems that when the weather is nice, the sun appears more beautiful. The magnificent beams of light bounced off of the windows of Breslin, and streamed across my face. I felt their warmth. This light represented all that is to come in the coming season, and for the first time this year, I felt like the endless winter was coming to an end.