“I don’t need a Polaroid Camera”, I whined to Jon as I opened the box and pulled out the camera.
When Jon saw the photo that Connie, at Battenkill Books, took of me and him, I could hear the wheels turning.
“This is going to be good for you creatively”, he told me. “I can see you really doing something special with these photos. When ever you give a visual artist a new tool, something good happens.”
I don’t know why I’m so resistant to getting new stuff. I’ve always been more comfortable depriving myself than doing for myself. It’s gotten better over the years, but I still revert back to “no” too often.
The thing is, Jon was right. I was intrigued by the small Polaroids that came from this camera. By the idea of the Polaroid itself. Because of the color, Polaroids all look as if they come from sometime in the past. They shout snapshot. And because of the size of these Polaroids, about 2×3″, they seem like little, precious objects.
So I’ve been experimenting. Trying to figure out this new tool and how to use it. It’s so different from my iphone, where I get to see the picture exactly as it will look when I take it. The only time I used a camera before my iphone was to document my art when I was in school.
But I’ve noticed that since getting the Polaroid, I’m looking at things differently. As if I’m imagining what I’m seeing will look like as a Polaroid. Which is very different than what I see with the naked eye or from an iphone photo.
And I’m thinking of spaces. Of taking pictures of spaces, indoors and out.
This morning, I took this Polaroid of Jon inside the diner in Mystic CT, where we had breakfast. Then I wanted to take a picture of the Polaroid, with my iphone to put on my blog.
The Polaroid was the same size as the small ceramic sugar holder. And when I leaned the Polaroid against the sugar holder and saw the sugar packages and the back of the bench behind it, I thought that made an interesting photo in itself.
A picture of a Polaroid in the setting where the Polaroid was taken.
Which of course then made me wonder what it would be like to take a picture of the Polaroid in an incongruous setting…
…and so it goes…..