Monday, December 13, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Exercise 4
Excercise 3 part 1
The expanse of asphalt stretched outward forever, pockmarked with the stripes of yellow and white to denote lines and spaces. Far from pristine, it was dotted with not only the stray carts not yet gathered by workers but the crumbled remnants of patrons and their garbage. Fast food bags and cigarette butts shifted with the wind, a breeze heavy with the scent of exhaust and grease alike. In the distance, the highway buzzed with five o'clock activity, cars shifting slowly in both directions on all six of its lanes. As the lights changed and traffic crawled to a stop and started up again, the distant blaring of horns signified drivers too slow at the start, failing to keep the pace demanded by those behind them.
A single man lurked by the entrance to the grocery store, his back pressed against the front wall. Half of it was window and glass, the view into the store obscured by bright posters proclaiming the weekly sales to any patrons unlucky enough to view the blocked lettering and exorbitant prices. He fumbled with something in his pocket, and withdrew one bent cigarette and a box of matches. Turning against the wind, he gingerly cupped the sputtering flame and lifted it to his tattered cigarette, a look of relief passing over his face as the cigarette flared to life. A puff of gray-green smoke rose and was whisked away quickly by the wind.
A pair of employees, both dressed in the drab forest green vests mandated by store policy, walked past the man at one moment, and one turned her head away from the man and his smoke, coughing in a laughably exaggerated manner as her eyes burned distaste toward the smoker.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Exercise 2: Expressive Lighting















