Representation & Analysis Final

Location Descriptions

Memory:

The first thing I remember, and doubt I’ll ever forget, is the smell. The light aroma of coco, the scent of the thick carpets that lined the floors, the faint smell of chlorine wafting down a hallway. It’s not particularly large, but as a child I felt that the ceiling, with its sprawling stain glass window panes, stretched far above me. If i was to stand there now I assume they would be rather low, not low enough to convey a sense of claustrophobia, but rather a cozy intimate feeling, something warm and familiar.The floor was covered in vibrantly patterned red carpet and on one side of the room was a stairway, on the other, a hallway. In the center of the room stood a sturdy mahogany table, a large vase of enormous flowers sat on top, the leaves almost grazing the ceiling. Behind there stood a long wooden desk painted the same soft eggshell white as the walls of the room, smiling faces waited on the other side. Next to the desk were a row of golden carts, some strewn with mismatch luggage while others sat empty. On the opposite side of the room were multiple sets of large glass doors, and when one would open the outside noise would pour in then slowly fade out as the door closed. Inside here it felt quiet and peaceful, yet still bursting with silent excitement. From the stairway to my left I heard boustrous conversation and laughing, children squealing, dishes clinking off one another, and the faint splash of a fountain.

3rd Floor Hallway:

Im sitting on the floor, legs stretched outwards across the old wooden planks. My fingers glide across the the floors glossy finish, occasionally catching on its cracks and divots. From where i’m sitting, the windows to my left stretch high above me. Sunlight is pouring through the glass, streaming across both the floor and my knees, rays of light occasionally illuminate dust particles floating past. The multiple windows stand nearly floor to ceiling, the old wavy panes littered with flecks of paint and tape residue. The sunlight heats the space up to a comfortable temperature, the air smells faintly of wood. The wall my back is resting against is white and plain, similar to all the walls in the space. Various screws and nails are hidden under layers of white paint, only visible when the sunlight shines at a certain angle. When the sun shines brightly into the room, the white paint bounce the sunlight back, creating bright whites and dark contrasting shadows. As a cloud crosses over the sun, the contrast of the room diminishes, the room becomes dimmer, paint shifting from bright white to various shades of greys. To my right are a set of grey elevator doors, chunks of paint scraped off, and to my right, is a nook where a single stool sits forgotten in the corner. The alcove across from me is empty and plain except for the back section of the wall where a tall frosted window is inlaid. Opposite me is a white wooden classroom door, a large rectangular window set into it, it looks smooth and clean compared to the textures of the rest of the space. Breaking up the plain white wall is a dark television screen, hanging off the wall near the door. Near the end of the hall is a red fire alarm, its box like form stick far out from the wall. Like the rest of the room, the ceiling is also white, with multiple sprinkler pipes crossing over it and small hooks scattered around at random.

Final Chair Transformation Site:

Exiting the dim stairwell, the student’s head immediately turns to look down the hall, its white walls bathed in light. Hot afternoon sunlight beams through distorted window panes causing shadows to be thrown across the wobbly wooden floor and walls; a stark contrast from the gleaming white. As the sunlight falls across the room it lands on the curved surfaces of two chairs, the cast shadows suddenly transitioning from linear to curved as they fall across the twisted structures. Tucked inside the left alcove sits one chair, opposite it, in the right alcove, sits another. Both the structures have straight white wooden legs connected to translucent acrylic, the clear material seemingly changing and shifting colors as the student walks through the hall approaching the chairs. The seat to the right seems as if it would mold around the body, acrylic curling around the sides of the chair creating a structure that could support ones body. Across, in the left alcove, sits the other chair composed of multiple translucent cylindrical and circular forms, each of which is blasted with light from the windows, causing colors to be thrown across the otherwise white expanse of the hall.

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