Drama 16 Stage Lighting

1) 12:14pm on 1/30/13 on the 6th floor of the Hofstra University Library.

2) Natural light filtering through narrow windows into the darker space of the library which is lit by florescent lights.

3) This bright, almost hypnotic, light from outside casts long slivers of light across the dark and cold floors of the quiet library.  It tempts even the strongest of studiers to put aside their studying and venture outdoors.  I am not the strongest of studiers and found myself yearning for the sunlight and the escape from the dusty shelves.  I soon found myself exiting the library only to find that the light was deceptive.  The cold wind and damp air engulfed me as I quickly turned back inside.  I was once again up in the stacks of the library, attempting to study, but spending most of my time looking at this bright light filtering through the dust and wished for Spring, when this bright, hypnotic light would finally represent a warmth outside that will draw me outside.

1. 8.35 AM, Today, Walking to the student center

2. the flowers looked bright against the overcast sky looked grey

3. On my chilly way to class this morning, the sky was grey. Bright grey though, as if there was still hope of sunshine. It rained last night, all of the flowers and trees were covered in droplets. With the hope of sun shining down on them, they looked brighter than usual. the pinks were hotter, the reds more firey, and the tree greens more lizardy. This created beutiful, bright focus, before the bluish gey sky. Hope in a mundane day.

2.Photo: Harbor Ducks, but Flickr User ‘Toshio” http://www.flickr.com/people/toshio1/

3. #allofthefeelings

4. I have lived a lot of places. I have live a lot of lives. I often feel rather homeless. A bit adrift, that one balloon that has escaped the bunch and is floating off without tether.  The place I lived longest, the closest I have to “home” is my former city, Baltimore, Maryland. This photo of the Baltimore harbor is so bittersweet. The overcast sky, pockets of light and dark are my memories of home, This dark, overcast lonely sky makes my harbor beautiful in some ways, just as missing a place makes it more beautiful. The  light shines bright on the water of the harbor, disguising the filth underneath and in the background the bright green of flag-topped federal hill sticks out. The rains in the summer in Baltimore come when it is 85 degrees, the pavement steams, and it is a perfect summer thunderstorm. The kind where you stand outside in marvel of it, until lighting flashes and you have to dash back inside, hair dripping wet.  Everything Is two sided in Baltimore. Everything is both beautiful and ugly, Everything is both light and dark.

DATE-TIME-LOCATION: Technically May 4th, sometime around 1 or 2am

OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: Trying to fall asleep, with the dim orange glow coming through my window, but my eyes closed, the lightning flashed, searing right through my eyelids.

SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: I picked this moment mostly because of the contradiction to an earlier observation. When that light penetrated the thin layer of skin protecting some rather important organs, I nearly jumped out of my skin. That primal reaction of fear struck, just as it had when I moved into shadow during my acting class a few weeks back. I actually have fond memories of thunderstorms; I used to sit on the porch with my dad and watch it pour, hear the thunder clap, count from each flash to each clap. I’m not afraid of thunderstorms anymore, but it was just so unexpected, the storm just starting, maybe that was it. Whatever it was, I think that’s what they refer to as “putting the fear of God in you.”