1st of February, 11pm, my dorm.
Light rays from the back of a lamp hitting the wall at an angle, distorting the shape of the rays, creating an interesting interlocking polygon pattern, contrasting the harsh light of the lamp.
Spear like shapes climbing the wall from my desk and covering my bed, causing a sense of dread to grow within as sleep and comfort are pushed farther from me, replaced by harsh light and chains climbing the walls around me.
22 Feb. 2016 – 1:19pm – 2nd story Breslin Hall
The sun shines through a dirty window and also appears to reflect off of the bricks on the exterior of the building some. This shines a textured and patterned light on the interior wall and some grey doors of Breslin Hall. On the slightly peach-colored, off-white wall, the light looks cream, and, on the grey doors, the light looks light greenish with some blue in it.
The lighting is rough and intriguing. It displays a gobo-like pattern on an ordinary surrounding; thus, making the setting endowed with a theatrical magic. No longer are the objects just a wall and some doors; they are gritty like sand and mysterious like ocean waves with splashes of whitish foam and deeper colors. The lighting harkens to the beach with its reflected greenish and cream colors. The wall and doors are foreign objects in a bland classroom building setting with this lighting softly expanding across it. A breath filled with the smell of the ocean and dampness of water can be felt and imagined through this lighting. The lighting is transporting, alluring to the eye, and soothing with its gentle contrast between the light and shapes created by its false gobo.
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