- February 10th, 2016 – 5:15:08 PM – Lowe 216
- Viewed from inside the studio, the setting sun catches the Eastern side of Axinn Library, illuminating it in a rosy pink glow.
- The scene is filled with hope! Standing as a symbol of the studying and work that goes on within its walls and elsewhere on campus (such as here, in Lowe 216), Axinn is bathed in warmth from the setting Sun, signifying a triumphant end to the day and a brief respite from the grind, for students and professors alike.
- (Also I know pictures aren’t necessary but I took one cause it was pretty cool looking:)
Date: 1/30/16; Time: 1:38 PM; Location: Monroe Hall Room 216
Objective Description: I was seated on the piano bench and the overhead classroom lights had just turned off. The main lights are set on a timer to turn off if there is no overt movement. However, once the main lights turned off(as I was playing), I was left with the singular spotlight that remains on unless manually turned off. It was positioned directly over the piano. the mood immediately shifted and the light created something even more poetic.
Subjective Description: The room was filled with artificiality in light, structure, and form. The man-made desks and left over trash that had been left was ablaze in such a way that it was almost distracting. My fingers moving swiftly across the piano keys suddenly noticed a sudden serenity. As the bright manufactured glow dissolved immediately like that of the theatre beckoning the start of show, the soft and dimly-lit beacon directly above me showcased the piano in an entirely new way. The man-made materials and abandoned trash were now dark, no longer alive and taunting. The piano, however, had new life, and it danced as my hands progressed down the keys. The shiny black veneer of the piano showed, for the first time, my true reflection. No longer did the room feel counterfeit and fabricated, but it felt organic and raw. There was a feeling of peace as even the music felt more organic and the anguish of the song and my aura was ever-present. It was just me and the piano. Everything in that moment felt more personal. Although the main overheard lights remained off, the spotlight beamed on and music lit a fire that burned steadily.
1. 4/22/14 at around 11:30 at my friend Anthony’s house.
2. Christmas lights hung around his pitch black room. One strand is colored. The other sides of his room are completely dark.
3. Recently my friend moved into a new place that has quite a few problems. One of them being that most of the light blubs were burnt out. Because of this, his room gets shrouded in darkness at night. To eliminate some of the darkness, he uses two long strands of Christmas lights. Two sides of the room is illuminated with a row of colored lights that leave small traces of color on the wall. They leave the wall lit with faint reds, bright yellows, rich greens, brilliant blues, and soft pinks. They occasionally flicker leaving a small portion of the wall in darkness. However, these dimmed lights strikingly light up half of his room very well. These shining lights are a beauty to look at, with their faint twinkle that brighten the black of the night. We almost don’t want regular lights in his room.
1) 4/24/2014, 11:06 am, OSLA
2) The harsh fluorescent lighting reflecting off the wall.
3) For the first time since I’ve worked in the office, I noticed the lighting. I had never taken a second to actually look at the ceiling, and see how much the lighting affected the room. As I turned on the lights, I noticed how the long fluorescent bulbs flickered on, casting grotesque white light on the walls. The light shone in the room, taking the powder blue color of the walls and making them appear almost white in the room. One light, always pesky, is darker than the others, leaving a corner of the room in shadow. It gives the office the feeling of an office, giving the room personality and character.
1. 2/12/14, 12pm, Outside Emily Lowe
2. Stepping outside from interior lighting into broad daylight
3. Having been inside for the better part of four hours, my eyes were well adjusted to the fluorescent lighting of Emily Lowe’s all too familiar hallways and classrooms. However, I was unprepared for the blinding light that was waiting for me outside. I stepped into the blustery air, and was met by brilliant sunlight filling every corner of my vision, reflecting off of the snow and awakening my eyes to the world around me.