Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Entries for Somerville's Copy Cat Festival

Hi.

I give in.

I'm a cat lady.

A one-cat cat lady, granted, but just crazy enough to enter into Somerville Arts Council's COPY CAT FESTIVAL.

They asked me what Kitty Jane's pastimes/quirky habits were as part of my photography entry form, so I decided to use this question as inspiration for my entries.

When she's not sleeping



You may find her....


Building Pillow Forts:

Accessorizing:





Helping me in the art studio:





Or pretending she's a guitar:







Ain't she a cutie?!




Monday, December 24, 2012

Another World Is Possible: Occupy






November 10th, 2012

Cobi and I spent our morning purchasing things to donate to people who had been affected by Hurricane Sandy. While the canned food and batteries were compelling, the chill in the air drove me toward the clothing aisle. I stocked up on thick socks, gloves, hats and scarves in children and adult sizes, filling my small green shopping cart with the intention of keeping people warm.












It took us over an hour to reach Brooklyn from the shopping stop in West Orange, New Jersey. We finally made it to one of the Occupy Sandy hubs, St. Jacobi Church in Brooklyn's Sunset Park. There were vehicles  (everything from compact cars to big trucks) down the block, double parked in front of St. Jacobi, and an organized swarm of volunteers hustling in donations by the trunk-load. I was really anxious by the time we arrived at 2:30 that we'd be turned away as volunteers, but  I knew before I'd made it through the door before that we were right on time.

We had a brief orientation, learned the community guidelines, and were encouraged to talk to people.... to talk about community, about our emotional responses, about climate change, about loss, about hope.




Then we were asked to go into the basement and start helping. Latin music was playing on an old radio boom box and true to Brooklyn, true to a real humanity, there were people of every group there to give support. Some people worked quietly, and some chatted excitedly. Sometimes the radio dial would get rolled to a pop or hip hop station, and inevitably tuned back again to salsa and bachata... I wasn't the only one wiggling while I worked.


My first task was sorting ramen and other noodle soups of the "just add water" variety. I must have handled 100's of packages of noodles before I had them neatly organized. Apparently the day before we'd arrived there was floor-to-ceiling food in no particular order and people had been working very hard to get things sorted. It was clear a lot of sorting had been done already and still, there was much more to do as the donations kept on coming.





Occasionally I'd look up from my work to see if Cobi was nearby, and would delight in seeing him helping move along the box brigade or sort through piles of fresh produce. 


Ah, the veggie pile made me happiest! There was a cooking crew who made and trucked hot meals out to folks with no way of heating food, and it was reassuring to see that farms and food businesses were bringing in donations of fresh produce, meat, baked goods, and dairy. 
















One of the piles Cobi and I sorted together was a mix of nice fresh breads from a bakery and sliced grocery store bread. The smell was more comforting than usual, knowing that it might bring a sense of normalcy to people experiencing total upheaval. 

We continued to sort for several hours. We mostly stuck to food items, but the stacks piles of cleaning supplies, baby supplies, toiletries, batteries, generators, shovels, blankets, and clothing was so overwhelming no one photo of the space could have ever done it justice.



For the final hour of our four-hour stint at St. Jacobi Church, there was a buzz about a truck coming in from Maryland with over 100 boxes. Cobi and I decided to continue helping until the truck rolled in and was totally unloaded. 

Finally it came and the degree to which a community in Maryland was helping people in New York and New Jersey was awesome, incredible, and humbling. 


The photo here shows what I could see from my place in the line, not far from the basement door. Large packs of toilet paper and paper towels were being thrown when I took this photo... can you see the paper towels flying through the air?






There were so many boxes, all well labeled, being passed along the line, which was likely over 30 people long.  We passed donations between us- generation to generation, EspaƱol a English, hipster to jock, computer programer to day laborer, homemaker to high school student. Person to person. Caregiver to caregiver. In solidarity. In love. In knowing that a better world IS possible when we come together.

Peace through togetherness,
Sarah 



How to help:



Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Post election in two word snippets



Marriage equality. 


Legalize it. 


Woman senator. 


Black president. 


Moving forward. 


Justice pursued. 


America's beautiful.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Fall in love, get inspired, make art... or babies? My thoughts on Solbeam.





I like everything about this except... why make babies OR art? I know plenty of men and women who are awesome artists and parents. One woman in particular told me her painting improved after she experienced motherhood. I know some folks are weary of or even downright against breeding, but making babies isn't like failing a test or falling in hate and it certainly isn't the antithesis of art-making. Even a physically challenged parent of six could make art if it is their will.

...
After writing the above, I was curious to know who Solbeam was, imagining an older person in paint-crusted coveralls sitting alone with his coffee in a sunny corner of their living room reliving a summer filled with hedonistic joy. So I did a little Googling. It turns out Solbeam is a blogger who has been on an incredible voyage. Someone I would, without needing to meet her and only after a quick browse on her website, call a kindred spirit. Her message to the would-be and fellow wanderers of the world is:
"engage your sense of wonder and think creatively with your life path; it’s your own to create and color."

And then I noticed she blogged about her own pregnancy in March 2012 here:
"Then I thought, surely, pregnancy would [slow me down]. I could say baby would – but those would be poor odds, now, wouldn’t they?"

So what of Solbeam's famed, oft tweeted quote? It is now on magnets adhered to so many fridges, sold on greeting cards in bookshops across the country... aligning parenthood with not dancing and with lying and cheating. These must be the words of a 20-something with a ticket somewhere new and a camera, too afraid of an anchor to consider mothering. If so, I feel you, sister.

Wouldn't it be great if Solbeam could edit this quote, perhaps with a new-found outlook... I would imagine it looks something like this:

Fall in love, get inspired, ace a test, make art and music, write, speak the truth, dance everywhere. Life is divine chaos. Embrace it. Forgive yourself. Breathe. Enjoy the ride... and share it all with the next generation.

Or maybe it is just my outlook that has changed.

Art from the heart,
Sarah


Tuesday, October 30, 2012

"Telephone Relics" covered by Boston.com

The following review of my upcoming show, Telephone Relics, was taken from this website-- Boston.com's Allston Brighton news: http://www.boston.com/yourtown/news/allston_brighton/2012/10/photos_documenting_payphone_de.html?camp


Photos documenting payphone decline to be exhibited at Brighton library

Posted by Matt Rocheleau  October 24, 2012 03:58 PM
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(Sarah Berry) Public payphones in Boston photographed on Sept. 11, 2008.

An Allston artist’s photographs documenting the decline of public payphones will be on display next month at the Faneuil Branch of the Boston Public Library in Brighton’s Oak Square.
The “Telephone Relics” exhibition by Sarah Berry “very poignantly captures the changing history of telecom, convenience, functionally and design that has resulted in streetscape artifacts that linger as if they still had a purpose,” said a statement from the newly-founded, local nonprofit Unbound Visual Arts, Inc.
“As a result of the evolution from wired and wall-mounted phones to personal and pocket-sized, most people realize that public telephones, once prominent throughout the world, have significantly declined in usage,” the statement continued. “Sarah Berry has not only noticed this 21st century historical trend but presents us with artistic visual evidence.”
The exhibition debuts Saturday, Nov. 3 during a reception and artist discussion from 11:30 a.m. to 2 p.m., the art organization said in an announcement. The gallery will be on display through Nov. 30.

Berry received a master’s of science in arts administration at Boston University, is program manager of The Art Connection in Boston and leads photography workshops through the city’s parks department, according to the nonprofit.
Her exhibits have appeared at BU, Boston City Hall, and in galleries in Washington D.C. and Fairfax, Va.
E-mail Matt Rocheleau at mjrochele@gmail.com.
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Thursday, October 25, 2012

Photographing the Guy Mendilow Ensemble




Tonight I had the pleasure of shooting the CD release performance of the Guy Mendilow Ensemble at Harvard University. The excitement, raw skill, and soul on stage was evident to everyone. Guy was a fantastic story teller and everyone on stage was a masterful musician.

There is really not much I like better than being surrounded by live music and seeing it come alive in my camera. Enjoy the photographs and please listen to the new album:
http://www.guymendilow.com/home.html

Monday, October 15, 2012

Painting Over the Past



A pay phone removed
From a community college corridor.
Now chatter can be overheard 
As told through cellphones 
 And into nearly invisible bluetooth devices,
Taking up no more than an ear-width of space.
The pay phone hardware is 
Whitewashed 
But still here.