Room Ekphrasis project reflection
／This is my final article／
The warmth of New York
Jan. 28. 2018
Sitting at my favorite place of the room, that is the corner surrounded by window. I started to play one of my favorite music, lonely from John Waits. His magnetic voice is so deep, so deep that I was like being drawn into endless sea waves. I always put on my hand-woven gray and white blanket, I like the feeling of wool keeping touching my skin, it is a little bit itchy, but very comfortable.
I always sit on the chaise longue and watch the sunset, sometimes sunrise, if I get up early. There are many thin hairs on the black cover of the chaise longue. The black cover makes these white hairs more eye-catching, even seems a little bit dirty. This is actually not a well made blanket. It was made by the cheapest wool I bought on the internet, but I always wear it, it becomes a habit, every time I feel cold, I will think about the blanket. It is company for me in cold New York. The most comfortable gesture for me is to lay on the chaise longue, and put my feet on the round wooden table. There are some scratches on the edge of the desktop, because I move the table all the time, and things on that table change all the time too: candles, socks, and today is my medicine for the throat.
The lamp is the only illumination in this room. I like the warm blurry light from this lamp, there is a hallo at the edge of the light. It looks like a rainbow, a rainbow of my own. This only lamp in the room can slightly illuminate every thing. It illuminates the wall that I used to want to filled with fashion painting, but now it is covered with many word lists. It illuminates my white wooden table where always accumulates with different kind of things: my lipstick, my books, and my watercolor brushes. My parents always tell me to sort out my room, I used to ignore their words, but now I sort out my things every week. I miss my parents’ complains, and I miss their nags. It illuminates my jewelry boxes under the windowsill next to the air conditioner. Some of my golden jewelries will reflect the light, and they look like little stars be trapped in acrylic boxes.
The air conditioner starts to scream again. The tick-tuck sometimes is harsh, sometimes like music, and it has rhythm. The sound form the fire truck also began to maneuver in my ear, I hate these two sound play together, they are just so annoying. however, when they stop, I start to feel I miss something.
My bed faces my desk, the desk is a reminder for me, to remind me what to do on every morning. Not like the flat clean white sheet in the hotel, I prefer to keep my quilt loosely on my bed. The corner of the quilt hangs on the bedside. The quilt prints with tropical plants in low saturation. I always feel relief when I see the tree because this is one of the most rarest thing in New York. I lay on my bed,I put my head on my white pillow which contains the light sent of lemon. I feel I am sinking in the mattress. I can see my best friend every time when I turn my head, this is a ting sheep I bought in New Zealand. She has been with me for seven years, his white fur start to be beige right now, and there start to have line balls on her nose, I always try to clean them up but I never did.
I close the only light in my room, now I am able to enjoy the most beautiful part in my room. I turned my head to another direction, I can see New York shines in the darkness. The only thing I can hear is the sound of my peaceful breath, and the only thing I can smell is the sent of lemon. I start to feel New York is not cold and lonely anymore. The night is not totally black, but deep blue with purple. The poles on buildings look like unicorn’s angle, the only difference is that these poles shine in different colors. The light rends the sky. The frame of these buildings are blurry, different kind of warm light boxes combine together. The whole city feels like be embraced by warm. The light boxes are in different shapes and brightness, some are dazzle, but some are gentle. Lights keep flashing. Some lights extinguish, some lights ignite. May be there is someone who can’t fall
asleep, just like me. Sometimes there are horn voice, but I don’t think it is annoying. I feel this city is alive, it is not lonely, and I am not lonely.