Drama 16 Stage Lighting

1. Thursday 3/10 9:45pm LH Comm Dance Studio
2. The dance studio has bright fluorescent lights that contrast the, now dark, windows. It’s striking to me how the room had no feeling in contrast to all the different types of dancing I had done in there throughout the day.
3. The studio is darker than it was at 9:40am. The tall mirrors reflect the stark artificial fluorescent light throughout the space and the ceilings seem to tower over the large cast of dancers. It brought me a sort of deja vu feeling. Maybe it was the exhaustion but the feeling of the fluorescent lights evoked a sense of repetition and cyclical nature. I could picture a Groundhog Day like scene happening in front of me.

1. 4/26/2016, 7:35pm, L216
2. Objective: Light is being supplied by the florescent lights in the studio and a small amount of light from outside
3. Subjective: The light coming from the studio gives off a bland feel. The light projects itself in pools of bright white light typical to many other classrooms on campus. The light outside is gray and dull due to the weather. It is still considered “light” outside but all natural light is blocked out by the clouds and the artificial lights from the lamps have not been turned on yet. Overall, the lighting feels somber outside yet productive inside.

1) Feb 12, ~2:20 PM; Lowe 106

2) Light coming through window blinds

3) Before our movement class, a few friends and I were running around and warming up in the space. It was very cold, but we knew that we would be warm soon after we began our class so we chose not to turn on the heat. The light that was laying diagonally on the studio floor was warmer than the rest of the floor, so I chose to stand there to warm up my toes. I looked down at my foot and the lines that were created from the light that missed the blinds were rounded up on my foot. It felt jarring and almost gross to look at my foot this way– to see the curves and skeleton of my foot. It was jarring because the light moved along my foot but I did not feel anything– like a ghost sensation. I felt the need to move my feet so that the lighting could lay flat on the ground, but I also felt intrigued by the sort of character I had created with the shape of my foot.

1) Studio, 3/15/13, 2:16am

2) Only half the studio lights are on, the side with the windows is dark and the side without has florescent lighting.

3) With the amount of light split directly down the middle, there is a discombobulating sense of inequality in the room. The side with the light is a stark white walk, creating a strange, bright, artificial glow from the left side of the room. The side that is not lit is dark, but not foreboding. The warm orange streetlight glows from outside, and creates long shadows on the desks. Although brightness is normally preferred and seems happier, there is something about the darker side of the room that is comforting, relaxed and warm.

1) DATE-TIME-LOCATION: 3/27/12 – 1:34 A.M. – Design Studio

2) OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: I was working late in the studio on my 555 project. It was very dark outside the window and the lights were on inside. I was working on tracing over my drawings on the light table. I looked up and saw my reflection in the window and saw that the light was adding a yellow tint from the bottom of my face.

3) SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION:I was working late one night in the studio. I had been working for ten hours straight on the project and was sick of looking down at my paper and trying to draw the figures that I just could not understand how to draw. It was early in the morning and it was very dark outside the windows of the room. Inside the studio we had the florescent lights on and the light table. I was frantically running back and forth between my desk and the light board to see how my drawings matched up with the old image. I was having lots of troubles and becoming extremely angry with myself.

I threw my head into my hands and grunted and blew off some steam. I took a deep breath and slowly raised my head to look off into distance. I happened to look at the window and noticed my reflection. I stared at myself for a while realizing how awful I looked and how it reflected how my brain was feeling at that moment. I then noticed the interesting (and unflattering) lighting that was being cast upon my face. As I hovered over the light table the light from the lamps inside the table were casting upward and casting dramatic shadows from directly under me. The light of the room was very flat and white while the light that was beaming out of the table had a yellow tint to it and added an interesting and dramatic contrast on my face. I was finally distracted from my frustrated mood and began to play with the lighting on my face. Next thing I knew I was staring at myself in an empty room with my head cocked back and I was attempting to light the inside of my nostril. I was there standing trying to illuminate my nostril with the amber light from the light table as I studied myself in the reflection of the black window in front of me. I realized at this moment that this is why I am a lighting designer not a costume designer. With light, I loose all awareness of the things around me and play with my nostril but when I try to figure out how fabric falls on someones body, I rip my hair out.