lights!
I'm really quite enjoying the crash course in lighting that is two or three and a half hours a week the first few weeks of Space, Light, and Text. For our weekend workshop coming up where we work with the people from the devising (drama) workshops, I volunteered to work the board. Poking around the giant keyboard and programming the lights' intensity and fading is kind of reassuring for a computer geek who can barely lift a light to rig it. And the instructor said I'm pretty good at it, got a good eye for timing the lights with the performance. :3
The grid is the third floor of Studio 77, where we rig lights. The floor seems pretty damn stable which is very reassuring. It's weird: For all that I love rock climbing and climbing trees and generally getting VERY HIGH UP (yeah, I just really like that "man like x I'M VERY HIGH UP!" ad), I'm still pretty uneasy up there. The lack of harness, maybe? Being surrounded by expensive equipment?
Those rails in the photos are what we hang the lights on, not just what hopefully keeps us from killing ourselves. It doesn't really keep us from killing other people though, because if the lights are pretty heavy (okay, this is coming from the girl who can't lift an empty keg) and if we drop one from that high up and someone's underneath, it will kill them. (We can also hang lights on the underside of the grid's catwalks, but that's a ladder deal.)
The first time we were told it was called the grid and we went up there, some kid in the class went, "I feel like we're in Tron." My friend Steph commented on Facebook that "it really is like Tron. Except way more exciting because walking around up there in the dark is way more freaky. I thought I was going to die."
The grid is the third floor of Studio 77, where we rig lights. The floor seems pretty damn stable which is very reassuring. It's weird: For all that I love rock climbing and climbing trees and generally getting VERY HIGH UP (yeah, I just really like that "man like x I'M VERY HIGH UP!" ad), I'm still pretty uneasy up there. The lack of harness, maybe? Being surrounded by expensive equipment?
Those rails in the photos are what we hang the lights on, not just what hopefully keeps us from killing ourselves. It doesn't really keep us from killing other people though, because if the lights are pretty heavy (okay, this is coming from the girl who can't lift an empty keg) and if we drop one from that high up and someone's underneath, it will kill them. (We can also hang lights on the underside of the grid's catwalks, but that's a ladder deal.)
The first time we were told it was called the grid and we went up there, some kid in the class went, "I feel like we're in Tron." My friend Steph commented on Facebook that "it really is like Tron. Except way more exciting because walking around up there in the dark is way more freaky. I thought I was going to die."