Going through one of my old boxes of memorabilia the other day, my kids found my old Polaroid camera and with it was an envelope full of old pictures from my childhood. So we sat together and I told them about this wonderful camera: the Polaroid. How it used a white rectangular film that you pulled out and then had to wait before peeling apart and how thrilling it was to actually see the picture develop before your eyes.
In my parents’ house we had an oval coffee table with a protective glass top raised slightly on four black rubber circles. The space underneath the glass was used to insert family photos and this is where we kept the “best” Polaroids. I would spend hours looking at these pictures of babies, family vacations, weddings and graduations. When I started studying art I started experimenting with angles and exposure times to manipulate the final photograph and these were the Polaroids in the envelope they found. Continue reading