Drama 16 Stage Lighting

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THEME: Single Light Source

A lot of my free time is spent on tumblr, reblogging pretty pictures and entertaining animations. This picture came up from one of my favorites, which is dedicated to books and the beauty therein. I have a huge thing for books, and flowers are generally nice as well. What I love about this picture is how old the books look, how torn and dusty and slightly broken they all are, and yet they are still beautiful. They maintain the story and the subsequent effect it can have on the reader, despite their age. The rose is the same way. It’s old and dried and kind of wrinkled, but it still maintains its beauty. I like how soft and subtle the light in the picture is. For all that it’s a single source coming from behind, the shadows aren’t overbearing and everything is still visible. The way the light kind of fades away around the edges of the object and everything is the dusty yellow of worn but still alive.

2.) http://phantom-shilouette.deviantart.com/

3.) Sad

4.) I love how starved the color is in this pic, the overall gray tones create such a sad atmosphere to the already sad location of a grave. The modeling of the light on the roses and the gray tone is so cold and sad, so I think this pic really fits the theme.

1) DATE-TIME-LOCATION: 02/17/11 early morning

2) OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: Light from the sunrises hitting a rose

3) SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: As the early sunrise rays hit the rose sitting on my desk the flower appeared to glow in it’s vase. The vibrant red shone  in the glittering light. It was like something out of a Disney movie.

2.) Photo from: http://darkdex52.deviantart.com/
3.) THEME: Cold
4.) The grey/ blue quality of the light gives the image a cold, abandoned, heart broken feeling. The color is starved as though the rose has been left behind to wither and die in the snow. The sepia tones on the rose add an aged and deprived feeling to the photo while the grey light quality feels cold, and isolated. Like a love long abandoned, a wound too old to sting so fresh.