Now, I really never thought I would study anything in the realm of lighting or the like, but here I am in another section of the class, enjoying the creative atmosphere. So there I was, sitting with a sharpie in one hand and a clear film strip in the other. Now I don't claim to be artsy or a hippie or any sort of realm of that idea, but I did enjoy drawing and shading in different areas of the strip. It was almost like telling a story throughout it. On the other hand, I had no idea how it was going to turn out mixed in with everyone else's strips. It really wasn't anything I thought it would be.
It was better than I thought. At one point, someone has drawn a blob that seemed to grow and then shrink at the same time. On top of that all the lines mixed in together and created a really intriguing image. I really don't know how to explain it other than how interesting the whole thing was. The shading of sharpie strokes and all the the different aspects of it really were not what I thought was going to appear during the little film we made in class.
Now, before this final experiment in class, I had another in class experience. Instead of being put in silence for 5 minutes, this time it was in the dark.
The one thing I really noticed about it was how my eyes adjusted to the darkness and then focused on the small light sources throughout the room, including the computer lights and the exit sign. It really makes you appreciate light more when you have to focus on it, same thing with sound these past few weeks.
So far so good.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sounds of the City
No one every really knows what they are going to see or even hear when you walk around the commons. It's almost a mystery of possibilities. So I really wasn't sure what I would hear walking through the commons.
The first real sound you hear, the one the overpowers everything else as you enter the beauty of the commons is the loud screeching of the subway and the honks of angry drivers as they pass through the intersection. So, really you can't hear anything at first except for this loud and obnoxious sound, but being in the city less than a month, I am pretty much used to the sound of cars honking and of the T. At the same time, when you really focus on the sounds around you, you notice it more than normal. All of that aside, there are still more relaxing noises as you go through the commons.
Well, actually I lied. Even though the sound of the cars dissapates as you walk, you really hear the sound of footsteps, the squishing of shoes or the clacking of flip flops. It really can get annoying when you are trying to find someone wonderful to listen to. Plus, you hear people talking on the phone as they walk by, some of them angry others laughing obnoxiously. But its' time for the peaceful noises.
I love the sound of the wind around you as it brushes against the trees. It really has a peaceful quality to it, more so than most noises I know of, so the wind definitely helped the mood. It also rained only a few minutes before my walk so a lot of things were wet.
I also love all the joy some people have as they walk around with their dogs or hang out with their friends. It has that romantic city type of vibe...if that really makes any sense at all.
Another sound you hear is the bell, wherever that is exactly I don't know but when it sounds you can hear it pretty much anywhere in the commons
The culture is the city is so evident in sound too. Many people walking by speak foreign languages as you walk by or you just notice different races...in that aspect Boston is so beautiful and cultural. However, you still get the side where a homeless person rummages through the garbage or plays music for you in an attempt to make money. I don't know. You really want to help people but that really isn't always possible.
After touring all around the commons (visiting the annoying carousel), I took a trip across the street to the gardens to see there. It's equally as beautiful if not more. You see dogs running through the fountains and hear the running of water. Then across the bridge a man was playing his accordion.
I guess when you really take the time to notice the sound around you, you take note of how beautiful the sounds of the city really are.
The first real sound you hear, the one the overpowers everything else as you enter the beauty of the commons is the loud screeching of the subway and the honks of angry drivers as they pass through the intersection. So, really you can't hear anything at first except for this loud and obnoxious sound, but being in the city less than a month, I am pretty much used to the sound of cars honking and of the T. At the same time, when you really focus on the sounds around you, you notice it more than normal. All of that aside, there are still more relaxing noises as you go through the commons.
Well, actually I lied. Even though the sound of the cars dissapates as you walk, you really hear the sound of footsteps, the squishing of shoes or the clacking of flip flops. It really can get annoying when you are trying to find someone wonderful to listen to. Plus, you hear people talking on the phone as they walk by, some of them angry others laughing obnoxiously. But its' time for the peaceful noises.
I love the sound of the wind around you as it brushes against the trees. It really has a peaceful quality to it, more so than most noises I know of, so the wind definitely helped the mood. It also rained only a few minutes before my walk so a lot of things were wet.
I also love all the joy some people have as they walk around with their dogs or hang out with their friends. It has that romantic city type of vibe...if that really makes any sense at all.
Another sound you hear is the bell, wherever that is exactly I don't know but when it sounds you can hear it pretty much anywhere in the commons
The culture is the city is so evident in sound too. Many people walking by speak foreign languages as you walk by or you just notice different races...in that aspect Boston is so beautiful and cultural. However, you still get the side where a homeless person rummages through the garbage or plays music for you in an attempt to make money. I don't know. You really want to help people but that really isn't always possible.
After touring all around the commons (visiting the annoying carousel), I took a trip across the street to the gardens to see there. It's equally as beautiful if not more. You see dogs running through the fountains and hear the running of water. Then across the bridge a man was playing his accordion.
I guess when you really take the time to notice the sound around you, you take note of how beautiful the sounds of the city really are.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Lost
Have you ever lost something that is so important to you that you feel like you are missing a piece of yourself without it? Well I really don't know how to get that piece back without finding what I lost. Sometime yesterday or really early today I lost the ring that my one and only gave me before I left for college. Now here I am trying to get rid of my guilt by writing it all out on a blog that is supposed to be for class, but ALL I can do is think of how big I messed up with losing the ring...really how did I do it? I don't know where else to look I basically spent the last three hours trying to find out where it was and what might have happened to it and I don't know where else to look to find it.
Ahhhhhhhhh. I keep repeating the same thing over and over again but I don't care. I am so stressed with losing my ring and it is ridiculous. I know that maybe it is just a material object but it really means more to me than that...
I think I might just try to meditate or rest or some random shit like that. I don't know what else to do or how I'm going to tell him I lost it. How do you tell the person you love that you lost something that you should guard with your life. Epic Fail my dear. Epic Fail.
Ahhhhhhhhh. I keep repeating the same thing over and over again but I don't care. I am so stressed with losing my ring and it is ridiculous. I know that maybe it is just a material object but it really means more to me than that...
I think I might just try to meditate or rest or some random shit like that. I don't know what else to do or how I'm going to tell him I lost it. How do you tell the person you love that you lost something that you should guard with your life. Epic Fail my dear. Epic Fail.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
The Art of Silence
Sitting in silence for five minutes isn't always the most easy task to do or even attempt to do. You twiddle you thumbs and sit there and wonder what are you really doing sitting in a soundproof room in the dark. However, if you try actually focus on the goal of the whole exercise, listening to silence and just feeling the lack of sound is strange. In the end, the whole experience was soothing to say the least. Yet, the weird aspect still exists.
After about a minute without sound, it felt that the only thing I really could focus on was the smell. For some reason (either the silence or darkness) I just focused on the awkward smell. But more focusing led me actually closing my eyes, ignoring smell and actually trying to sense the "sound". At first, my ears felt kinda of funky like there should be something that I could hear, but after some time passed it appeared that even a slight movement could be heard.
Every breathe I took, I heard an audible intake of air around me. Every move of my hand, I heard scrap against the sound of my fabric. Maybe I am not used to silence or sitting alone in the dark, but I for me it felt like my senses were heightened in some way. Be it from the silence or what not, my sense of smell seemed irritated and my actually physically heard light breathing. I try to breathe about the same as I did in the soundproof room, but I still can't hear it as well as I did in there.
Other than the sounds I made, I really didn't hear anything else except for the slight pressure on my ears as I tried to focus. So I don't think I heard any imaginary sounds.
Still, the whole sitting in silence is an art in itself. Really, what kinds of sounds could we hear or imagine if you had to sit there for over an hour in utter silence. Would you imagine something that really isn't there? Would you start playing songs in your head over and over again until time was up? Would you have to move so you make your own sound? Would you even be able to sit still for that long in silence?
I guess there are a lot of questions to think about. I really don't have a good grasp on the idea of different sounds yet or of what different sounds necessarily could represent. Anyways, I guess the whole needing a hearing aide in my left year kinda inhibits the whole sound idea too. I'm ready to figure out what sounds are to come.
After about a minute without sound, it felt that the only thing I really could focus on was the smell. For some reason (either the silence or darkness) I just focused on the awkward smell. But more focusing led me actually closing my eyes, ignoring smell and actually trying to sense the "sound". At first, my ears felt kinda of funky like there should be something that I could hear, but after some time passed it appeared that even a slight movement could be heard.
Every breathe I took, I heard an audible intake of air around me. Every move of my hand, I heard scrap against the sound of my fabric. Maybe I am not used to silence or sitting alone in the dark, but I for me it felt like my senses were heightened in some way. Be it from the silence or what not, my sense of smell seemed irritated and my actually physically heard light breathing. I try to breathe about the same as I did in the soundproof room, but I still can't hear it as well as I did in there.
Other than the sounds I made, I really didn't hear anything else except for the slight pressure on my ears as I tried to focus. So I don't think I heard any imaginary sounds.
Still, the whole sitting in silence is an art in itself. Really, what kinds of sounds could we hear or imagine if you had to sit there for over an hour in utter silence. Would you imagine something that really isn't there? Would you start playing songs in your head over and over again until time was up? Would you have to move so you make your own sound? Would you even be able to sit still for that long in silence?
I guess there are a lot of questions to think about. I really don't have a good grasp on the idea of different sounds yet or of what different sounds necessarily could represent. Anyways, I guess the whole needing a hearing aide in my left year kinda inhibits the whole sound idea too. I'm ready to figure out what sounds are to come.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Starting Somewhere
I am starting this blog because of my college course, Dimensions in Creativity. I guess I hope this will be something more than just a blog about class or something that really doesn't mean anything. I can't wait to start this. I really don't know what this will intel or how long each post will be exactly; however, I am ready to journey into this writing unknown. I hope it all turns out good and is something new. And I know this is probably a lame way to start a blog for a wannabe writer, but whatever. Everyone has to start somewhere.
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