Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Journal Entry #2: Light
It is omnipresent. It lacks identity or personality of any kind. Looking at it (to be specific, looking at anything illuminated by it. Not the light source itself of course, that'd just be stupid) makes me want to heave a great sigh. It is inescapable- until I flip the switch. I hold the power now and can turn it off whenever I so choose to. Unless of course I wish to see. Not being able to see would pose a serious threat to any attempt at finishing my homework or drawing. This poses quite a conundrum.
Back to the point I suppose. The overhead light is just so boring; though there's something to be said about the marvel and miracle of being able to see at night. The downside is that it just feels so dead. We can tweak and toy with the light until it does our bidding- dim the lights to create what we affectionately label as "ambiance" or hussy up the bulbs so they can glimmer in any color we can think of. Still boring. Still dead. Still quite useful given the fact that it's dark outside.
Back to the point I suppose. The overhead light is just so boring; though there's something to be said about the marvel and miracle of being able to see at night. The downside is that it just feels so dead. We can tweak and toy with the light until it does our bidding- dim the lights to create what we affectionately label as "ambiance" or hussy up the bulbs so they can glimmer in any color we can think of. Still boring. Still dead. Still quite useful given the fact that it's dark outside.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Journal Entry #1: Color Memory
Color can both unite and divide; Whether we consciously acknowledge it or take it for granted, it shapes our lives and relationships with others and the world around us.
The earliest memory I have of color having a profound impact took place in my day care class when I was two or three years old. There, like or dislike of particular colors built, toppled, and maintained friendships. I managed to build an entourage of friends for a time based solely upon our mutual enjoyment of "blue." As the years passed, we learned that there was more to life than blue, so we went our separate ways. Though these events speak for a certain naivete, they help to demonstrate what sort of hold color in its many forms has on us.
The earliest memory I have of color having a profound impact took place in my day care class when I was two or three years old. There, like or dislike of particular colors built, toppled, and maintained friendships. I managed to build an entourage of friends for a time based solely upon our mutual enjoyment of "blue." As the years passed, we learned that there was more to life than blue, so we went our separate ways. Though these events speak for a certain naivete, they help to demonstrate what sort of hold color in its many forms has on us.
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