Early Photography Attempts

When I was a little girl, I became fascinated with photographs. I have many stories about my early fascination/obsession with recording things using various mediums.

This particular one is the story of how I came to notice that the photos we took with my parents’ 110 format point-and-shoot camera were of remarkably lesser quality than the photographs in the 1-inch-thick Sears catalog I adored, although I certainly didn’t possess the vocabulary to express that at the time.

What did possess, was an itching to use a camera! So, I took the old 110 from it’s high shelf
in the foyer where my mom stashed her purse (I wonder if it was up on that shelf so as to be where I couldn’t reach it? Oh well!), and began the task of photographing my toys and the toys of my siblings. “I had better catalog these, like Sears,” I thought.

Now, there was a lot I didn’t know about photography back then, and there was no such thing as digital; much less, an auto-exposure on the cheap, little 110 viewfinder camera. That means a lot of things: 1) The flash had one auto setting, and when fired, it always blasted out the same amount of light, no matter how close one was to the subject. 2) It had one focus setting –
basically from infinity to about two feet – which means anything closer than two feet would be out of focus. 3) Since it was a viewfinder, what you framed in the little plastic window was slightly higher and to the right of what was actually lining up with the lens (and therefore, the film). What this meant, was that if you were too close to your subject, you could actually completely miss having them in the frame!

All I had by way of an instruction manual was the Sears catalog itself. I studied the images carefully, and discovered that the most important thing for photographing toys is that they are framed tightly – nothing is in the background, and they completely fill the frame. So I knew all I had to do was put the camera very close to my subject matter – right?!

Well, consider the above camera limitations, and take a guess at how successful I was.

Needless to say, when my mom picked up her developed film from the corner Revco (a pharmacy chain we had in Cleveland, now CVS), she flipped through the prints of my sister’s First Communion, our school Christmas pageant, my brother receiving his new toy BB gun, smiling and
nodding to herself, and then suddenly stopping when she saw things like this:




My favorite thing to remind my mother about the early encouragement of my career is all of the times she would come back from Revco, and yell, “Sarah! Quit wasting film!”

But then again, she and Dad did put me through film school. Thanks, Parents.

(top to bottom the photos are entitled, “Michaelangelo the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Next to Candles on Coffee Table, Parts I & II,” “Barbies on Large Orange Chair.”)

Tee Shirt Design #1

One of the many other artistic interests I have recently begun to pursue is graphic design. I was advised by my amazing designer friend Rob to take a really good typography class as a foundation. In the spirit of exploring typography, I started designing tee shirt slogans with fonts I already have in my computer.

I have found that, as with any software program, it really is important to learn how to use all of the various tools in Illustrator. My Illustrator-savviness is far from advanced, but I was able to concoct what I think is a pretty appropriate design for my original slogan about contemporary real estates trends: “California is the new Brooklyn.” (c) 2008 Sarah Sloboda


Soon, I hope to have the design available for purchase on zazzle.com, but in the meantime I made a custom version for my friend Jen who is moving to Nashville from Williamsburg – in her case, Nashville is the new Brooklyn.

Morning Cookies

For the new year, I bought a weekly desk calendar with some inspirational phrases on it, and decided to keep the pages clean, except to document creative excursions, and to make sure I was dedicating a some time each week to a small adventures and fun.

A few days ago, I woke up in the morning wanting to make cookies, and since I had promised myself to keep
the little calendar lively, this seemed like a great idea – furthered by the fact that my Mom had sent me back to New York from Ohio with a great little cookie mix and jar of frosting. (Okay, I realize it could be considered cheating to make them from a mix, but the love involved in receiving said mix from my mother should muzzle any nay-sayers.)

There is something nice about baking in the morning. I’m sure that’s when it was done, traditionally, and yet most of my life, I’ve always had school or a day job, so baking in the morning on a weekday kind of feels like a magic day off or playing hooky! And I realized that if we all got to do one thing per week that felt like we were playing hooky, we’d probably have a lot more fun, and end up being more productive from our place of a more positive outlook.

I am a perfectionist when it comes to setting cookie dough balls on a cookie sheet. I don’t know why this is – perhaps it comes from my graphically-inspired visual background. But each ball has to be the exact same size (spoons help measure this nicely), and also perfectly round – no lopsidedness or protrusions. I form these balls with concentrated deliberation, seeing no other way. I do not know why I am doing this, until I pull them out of the oven (just a touch of golden brown around the very edges – I am also a perfectionist about baked-ness), and remember from some obscure past experience that they become perfectly shaped, flat, smooth disks in the oven. I relish this perfection again when I frost – making perfect swirls with my spatula as I do so.

What I love about baking is that it is not complicated (particularly when using a mix!), but it requires full attention. I can therefore clear my mind from stress by simply putting my full attention on the perfection of the shape of a ball, or patiently wait for the exact touch of brownness I am waking to appear around the cookie’s edge while it’s baking. It centers my mind in a place of wonderful simplicity, and in the end, I get to eat the delicious results.

Ceramics, Part II – The Ornaments!


I am excited to share the results of my experiments in the ceramics studio – a very well-received selection of Christmas ornaments that I gave as holiday gifts.



I made them by rolling out sheets of clay through the slab roller, cutting shapes with cookie cutters, and then making impressions with various articles found in nature like pine cones and seashells. Before firing them, I used a little green and white glaze over the impressions.


December

December always feels to me like a time for going inward – we go to see our families, and the distant memories we carry from childhood are suddenly re-animated – the trees and animals go into hibernation – and the sun retreats for the greater part of the day to the far side of the world. So, I feel it is a wonderful time for introspection, and for the sights of winter and its quiet coldness to allow us to retreat into the depths of inner thoughts.

Still, I like to embark on little adventures at this time, so that I can experience the natural parts of winter – the clouds, the infrequently visible but sometimes dim sunsets, the life drying out of the vegetation.

This year, after hearing the Men and Boys Choir at the St. Thomas Church on 5th Avenue, I went to the Top of the Rock – the top observation deck at Rockefeller Center – on a dreary but mild day. It looked New York from the black-and-white movie days, all misty and foggy, and with the towering buildings rising up out of the sea.

I’ve also enjoyed gazing out beyond my Brooklyn fire escape for rare glances at fiery sunsets, and even poking my head out the window into the windy, brisk air. It’s a great city pleasure to be at once perched upon a warm radiator and also leaning onto a freshly iced-over fire escape.

Holiday Hype

I was delighted to find out that the art-savvy folks at Gen Art just gave me some very flattering press about my work and my holiday gift shop. Check out what they’re saying about me by clicking HERE. (photo of me by Xiang Ren.)

photo of La Boca, Buenos Aires – for sale online in the gift shop!

Verb List

Above is a list of verbs I created about my photography career – inspired by the same, as created by graphic designer Rob Giampietro. Rob has an incredibly intelligent blog called Lined & Unlined, where I saw his verb list, inspired by life as a graphic designer, and his citation of the artist/sculptor Richard Serra’s original verb list in UbuWeb’s Anthology of Conceptual Writing.

New Museum Field Trip

I went to the opening of the New Museum on New York’s Lower East Side yesterday. It is an incredible space! I recommend taking the elevator to the 7th floor with the observation deck and working your way down through the huge concrete levels.

The current exhibition, Unmonumental, was pretty much that. It was an interesting commentary about objects, or to be more plain, it was a lot of “sculpture” made out of junk. There was an arrangement of a whole bunch of wooden chairs strung upwards into an arch, there were objects from public places, construction sites, and demonstrations, there were bundles of clothes, and a mattress covered in buttons.

The exhibit felt very dingy. It made me think of must and mildew, even though the objects were clean, and the brand-new museum space was immaculate. It conjured images of an old pent-up recluse hoarding boxes, cans, labels, clothing, signs, many more objects than there is any use for, just because they see that they have some tinge of value. Anyone else would see that it is just trash, and that to elevate something that is past its usefulness to the level of cherishing it, instead, is a kind of sickness.

It reminded me a lot of what artists were working on in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, when I first moved to New York in 2002. Many of the artists in Williamsburg then were very poor and making things out of anything they found on the street. Their “art openings” were simply opening the metal grate of the store front that was doubling as their apartment, or draping sheets over portions of the dank loft spaces where they worked to create a “gallery” space.


It was interesting in the museum environment to be looking at things of this nature on display – held up, if you will, under a glamorous spotlight – and to experience the sensation of opening the door to a closet that has been closed for awhile and thinking to oneself, “Most of this has to go.”

It did make me think about how much we produce in our culture, and how disposable and replace-able most things are in the highly commercial lifestyle of present-day civilizations. What becomes of so many of those things that people find in the old closet and finally dispose of? They are not totally useless, even when they are no longer in use.

Despite the fact that I usually prefer my art intake to be beautiful and inspiring, I feel that it was quite an appropriate vibe to get from the opening of a museum on the Bowery – where my fellow New Yorkers and I have been salvaging discarded furniture from street corners for years. And after all, we all cling to something, don’t we?

Thanksgiving Break

This Thanksgiving, Kyle and I went to our friend Angela’s house in the Catskills for a lovely, relaxing getaway. Angela and her friend Colin were there. We tried to hook up Angela’s stereo, to no avail.

Angela prepared a traditional Thanksgiving meal complete with fresh homemade cranberry sauce and perfectly basted turkey. Colin tended the two fireplaces in the hip, modern farmhouse and kept us all nice and cozy. Best of all, we laughed and laughed and laughed. In addition to being incredibly generous and an amazing cook, Angela is hilarious. Not to mention, she designed and built this contemporary farmhouse in just 6 months! (Adjacent to the house is an old barn, where I took this shot with my cell phone.)

We all loved being together in the house for Thanksgiving – excellent food, good friends, the peace and quiet of the countryside – truly a perfect holiday. Kyle always says that Thanksgiving is his favorite holiday, and I would like to add my appreciation to that. It is a wonderful thing to take a day to enjoy, and give thanks for the abundance we get to experience in our lives. Especially thanks to Angela, for welcoming us so warmly into her country home!