Drama 16 Stage Lighting

1. DATE-TIME-LOCATION: 2/5/19, the corner by Stuy. Hall, 2:30 am
2. OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: A single streetlight on the corner illuminating a small area
3. SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: The small area of light was the only one in the area and it seemed as if a movie could be filmed right there, a zoom in on the one circle of light with rain falling around it

1. Thursday, January 30th, 2020. 7:00 AM. Bedroom.
2. White morning light shining through a gap in my curtains, throwing two identical rectangles onto the wall above my desk. Though only a crack, it fills the room with a soft illumination that wakes me from my slumber. 
3. I always prefer the window to the alarm clock. It wakes me with all the subtlety and tenderness that an alarm lacks. Born of the horizon, it explores its adolescent hours in the walls and windows of my room. It’s new life wakes me (albeit slowly), encouraging me to begin my day.

1) DATE-TIME-LOCATION: Around 5 Pm in the school of comm

2) OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: Light was coming through a non flat sky light window from the ceiling. The light was morphed because the glass was composed of 8 panels and was angled.

3) SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: On my way home from a day of class I noticed on the floor this piece of light that was morphed and felt layered all it once. If you were to squint the shape of the object must have been a heptagon. It was bizarre and inspiring to see light layered on top of each other as if it were paper machete in some arts and crafts project. It made me realize that there are so many ways to combine and morph ordinary objects we recognize into something new. Life offers so many possibilities.

1) DATE-TIME-LOCATION: I had my first lighting moment as I was leaving the John Cranford Adams Playhouse after The Magic Flute tech rehearsal on Tuesday, January 28th, walking to my car.

2) OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: The sky was completely black aside from a couple stars twinkling along the journey to my car. The street lamp posts were my security for the night to assure I got to my car safely. It was the only light I could see, even though it wasn’t natural light.

3. SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION- As I trudged out of the playhouse, the only thing on my mind was getting to my car without being bothered or spoken to. After a long day, the only thing I wanted to do was drive home, shower and go to sleep. My silence is temporarily broken as I look up hearing the static from the street lamp. The light illuminated the pavement as my feet beat down on it, increasing my speed to my car. The street lights lit up my path to my car and I left to return home to my maximum comfort.