Visual Literacy

Good Perspective- 

Sitting on my bed, in the comfort of my silky warm sheets, supported by fluffy pillows. I feel the plushness of the comforter, and the ruffles of my pillows. I sit in a sort of loud silence. It is quiet, but if you listen closely you can hear how loud it truly is. You can hear the jingle of keys, and the rattle of door knobs, with the silent echo of voices rumbling down the hall, somehow giving you the comforting sense you are not alone. The vents push strong gusts of air sounding similar to a stream as I start to feel the hairs of my skin raise with the refreshing breeze. As I sit there I stare at the pale barren brick wall, as it allows me to refresh my mind with its blankness. Looking around I see find satisfaction in th my organization and ability to keep a clean room. The details of various lighting helps ease the eyes. The pictures of my boyfriend and I is my constant loving reminder as I get ready or do homework everyday. I find joy in the decor since it allows the room to feel hospital. It has many colors but neutral enough to seem appealing. On my side my bed has an astrological aesthetic. The comforter is a slightly darker yellow, along with some pillows, while the others are black. The center of the decorative pillows is black one with an embroidered sun with a peaceful face, as several faces of the moon surround it. Underneath my sheets carries a black and white pattern of the sun and moon as well. The top of my wall is lined with a thick strip of blue wallpaper freckled speckled with gold spots. All in all fulfilling its astrology theme.  It brings the feeling of home to our new little place we now also call home.

Negative Perspective-

Sitting on my uncomfortably tall bed, I feel the icky humidity of my sheets. As I tired to get comfortable, I am overwhelmed by the excessive amount of throw pillows. Repositions myself I hear the irritating squeak the bed makes each time I move. Trying to enjoy the silence of being in my room alone for once I get interrupted by backgrounds noise. All I can hear through the silence is the loud creaks, bangs of each door, the ruckus of people in the hall, the constant jingle of key, and the impatient rattle of door knobs. Along with this the vents let out an exhausting sigh as it starts, and hums and shakes continuously as it blows out frigid air as if the room couldn’t be cold enough. It unfortunately leaves a smell of dust with a hint of chemical. You can hear each and every noise, never giving you the peace of feeling alone. Not to mention having to share your space. If the room wasn’t small enough as it is, you are required to share with a stranger, leaving little to no room in the dorm and or for privacy. As I stare I see the depressing and ugly brick giving the room a school hall like feel. Looking at my sides I can see the clutter of items, with the contrasts of bright colors. All the furniture is cramped together, barely leaving room for anything else much less making the room look cuter. Peering over is to see the  clash of aesthetics on each side. It leaves one overwhelmed. Leaning over to the floor I’m disgusted by the amount of hair and crumbs that have accumulated, which requires me to vacuum up. All in all, the rooms give a depressing and uncomfortable feel that is desperately trying to be distracted with tacky decor.