A Culture & Lifestyle Blog from Taos/NM

  • The Best Fried Chicken I’ve Ever Had

    The Best Fried Chicken I’ve Ever Had

    by Jonathan Blaustein

    More food talk today.

    I’m currently watching some deer bound through the field, right this second, and hope they all make it through the day alive.

    The dogs scavenged some coyote kill yesterday, a deer relative, and then took turns waking up during the night, barking, to eat fresh meat.

    (No fun for the human sleepers, I assure you.)

    Not two minutes ago, I was stretching in the sun.

    Yes, the sun is finally back! Though it was 13 degrees F when I took Theo to school this morning, so the longest Winter ever hasn’t given up the ghost quite yet.

    Like I said, I was stretching, and realized that part of the deal with a blog is, you write. Even if you don’t exactly feel like writing, you have to keep up the habit.

    “What would I like to write about,” I asked myself?

    “What won’t feel like work, and can be brief?”

    I realized: The Chicken.


    I’ll have more to say about Oklahoma in the future, as I did see things in my time in Tulsa.

    They eat a lot of meat there, as you might imagine.

    And people are large.

    So I was excited to notice a burger joint, right off the highway, South of the city, that had a VERY full parking lot.

    And JUST the right look.

    Ron’s Hamburgers & Chili.

    Established 1975.

    This place, I thought to myself, will have great food.

    I was met by a nice waitress, with black hair, who assured me I’d found a great spot.

    I sat down, and she walked me through their specialties.

    The best burgers in OK, with a mix of beef and pork sausage. Those could be covered with all sorts of things, like cheese, but especially chili.

    They were known for their chili, and even did it Cincinnati style, over pasta.

    (Or over burgers, as I said.)

    Their chicken was also legendary, she told me.

    I would not be making any mistakes if I ordered fried chicken.

    Then she left me to my thoughts.


    Having already partaken in biscuits and gravy, both mornings, at the Holiday Inn Express buffet, (not a lot, but still,) my body rebelled against the idea of beef, pork, and cheese.

    In any combination.

    Chicken sounded possible.

    I noticed their basket, with house-cut, bite-sized, fried chicken nuggets and fries.

    One option included jalapeños, which was confusing.

    The nice waitress confirmed it meant fried jalapeño slices, along with the chicken and fries.

    All together.

    Tutto insieme.

    She said she liked to order it that way.

    Good enough for me.

    And to save you suspense, it was easily the best fried chicken basket I’ve ever eaten.

    Perfect food.

    The chicken was so well seasoned, the fries the best you’ll get, but the heat of the jalapeños, enough to cut the richness of each bite of chicken… sublime.

    They offered an array of sauce choices, and the BBQ they gave me was dope.

    That sweetness, in with the heat, saltiness, umami, fried goodness…

    Probably some of the best food I’ve eaten in a while.

    Period.

    That I packed up half and ate it at the airport, for dinner, made it the perfect travel-day food too.

    If you are ever in Oklahoma, check it out.

    Ron’s Hamburgers & Chili
    Four Stars out of Four


  • How to Make Great Pizza

    How to Make Great Pizza

    by Jonathan Blaustein

    It’s healthy to express our creativity in different ways.

    Frankly, that’s one of my favorite parts of the creative process: it only gets stale if you let it.

    Today, for example, it was a bit harder to push myself to write, as I’ve been in photographer-mode since my big trip last week.

    All of the logistics, and planning that go into making a shoot successful, plus the travel, and then the actual photography, it’s quite energy intensive.

    Didn’t leave a lot of spare room to think about blogging.

    I guess all those intense feelings had outlets, so I’m mostly left with tired.

    That said, I’ve got a family to feed, and cooking is one of my favorite forms of creative expression.

    I hinted on IG a few weeks ago this post might be coming, so I’m going to share with you the basic precepts of how to make great pizza.

    (B/c I busted it out last night.)

    Heads up: it does require certain equipment, and lots of trial and error.


    I can’t help you with amounts, (much,) because my recipe is all about eyeballing things.

    But I can share ingredients, steps, and know-how.

    The pizza can be broken down into four main categories: The dough, the sauce, the cheese, and the tech.

    I didn’t plan to make pizza, so no fresh basil in the house.

    The Dough

    To start on the dough, pour what is probably something like 3 cups of very warm water into a mixing bowl.

    Add 1.5 Tb of yeast, and 1.5 Tb of sugar, stir them, and leave them to sit for a few minutes.

    Then keep adding flour until the entire mix gets tacky, and then dry to the touch.

    I like to use a mixture of AP flour, bread flour, and a bit of whole wheat flour.

    This is also the part where you add a nice bit of salt, and a healthy few glugs of extra virgin olive oil.

    Knead it a bit, cover the bowl with a kitchen towel, and leave it for an hour.

    Then, punch it down, and repeat the process as many times as you’d like, before cooking. (Meaning, leave it for an hour, punch it down, and then re-knead, adding extra flour as necessary.)

    The Sauce

    Basic rule of thumb here is that the dough always robs the sauce of some flavor, so make your pizza sauce flavorful as fuck.

    I use Cento crushed tomatoes, and throw them in the pan, (with half a can of water,) after I caramelize garlic.

    My regular ingredients are sugar, fresh squeezed lime juice, Mexican oregano, chopped fresh tomatoes, balsamic vinegar, salt, pepper, and chile oil. Plus fresh basil, if you have it. And lately, I’ve taken to adding some tomato paste, and occasionally Kalamata olives.

    Go for big flavor, and balance.

    The Cheese

    I like a mix of Galbani dry mozzarella, which I shred, and packaged fresh mozzarella, which I slice/chop.

    If you have Reggiano Parmesan, or Pecorino Romano, go for it. Good ricotta makes a nice topping too.

    But if you have the combination of high-end dry and fresh mozzarella, you’re good to go.

    The Tech

    I have a convection oven that goes up to 550, and this helps. As does a pizza stone, on which I place my pizza pan.

    It’s stainless steel, but with air holes, so the heat permeates the pan more easily.

    Spray-on olive oil is great for coating the bottom of the pan, and I use a huge, wooden pizza paddle to hold and serve the pizza, once it’s out of the oven.

    Bringing it all together

    Last night, I tried rolling the dough extra thin, having added more olive oil, and it worked well.

    But the process is kind of intuitive.

    Roll out the dough, (and throw it around, if you can,) then spoon on the sauce, add the cheese, and chuck it in the oven.

    I like to spin it in the oven once, (with tongs,) to help cook evenly.

    Then remove from the oven, let it sit for at least 5 minutes, for the cheese to congeal, and slice it up.

    Enjoy!


  • Stay Open, and Good Things Can Happen

    Stay Open, and Good Things Can Happen

    by Jonathan Blaustein

    Hi, everyone.

    I haven’t forgotten you.

    I know it’s the biggest gap between weekday posts, (since I launched the blog,) but there’s a good reason for it.

    Finally, some good news!

    I’m currently in Tulsa, OK, for the biggest photo assignment of my career.

    Something I’d been working on for months finally came to fruition!

    While I’ve obviously used Sunshine and Olly to help process my pain, and understand the world, I don’t want to suggest I see the world through gray-colored glasses.

    Quite the opposite!

    I’m a hopeful, optimistic, positive person.

    Which is why I’ve been fighting so hard to overcome trauma, and find more joy for my family.


    I can’t share details about the shoot, but the subject that brought me to Tulsa is about as positive as it gets.

    The best of the best.

    So of course I (randomly) end up staying in the heart of Greenwood, the historic Black Wall Street district that was attacked in the worse Race Massacre this country has seen.

    (Beyond what America did to its indigenous population, obviously.)

    There are a heap of fancy lofts across the street from the Black Wall St History Center

    I don’t want to turn a positive piece into a downer.

    Really, I don’t.

    The message today is that good things CAN happen, if you persist, stay open, and keep spreading the positive energy.

    Look for ways to support others, as you seek support yourself.

    There is still one block left, featuring Wanda J’s Soul Food restaurant, and some merch shops.

    That’s why I’m here.

    But since I can also report that a baseball/soccer stadium sponsored by a casino, and a host of fancy lofts, were built upon stolen Black land, because I’ve now seen it with my own eyes?

    Gotta share that too.

    Catch you next week, when I’ll be back home and settled again.

    Stay cool out there!

    These days, the neighborhood is bordered by highways, and a freight train line.

  • Expectations Are The Worst

    Expectations Are The Worst

    by Jonathan Blaustein

    Expectations are a killer.

    I’m not the first to theorize this, but I do want to talk about it briefly today.

    It’s a concept most of us take for granted, yet in my experience, is often a major driver of misery and suffering.

    To expect something is to believe it will or should be so.

    Therefore, an expectation exists as a projection of our imagination.

    Our wants, needs, and desires.

    And as figments of our mind, they serve to reassure us how things will, or should, turn out.

    I expect the Xi-Putin friendship will not go well for anyone. (Image courtesy of NPR)

    Like my article about Hollywood’s obsession with the Deus ex machina, we’re talking about a narrative that we’re sold, absorb, and then base our behavior accordingly.

    (Though far too often, exceptions hit us on a subconscious level.)

    For example, after 18 years of living in Taos, I came to expect a certain amount of good weather.

    We’re talking about day after day of deep blue skies, and lots of gorgeous sun.

    As did most of the long-time residents here.

    So this 5-month-winter, with dismal light, and day after day of flat, gray skies, has not just cut back the weather people use for “happiness,” but it’s also hit people in the Climate Change wound.

    Proving such things are SO FAR out of a person’s control is distressing.


    Pivoting to politics, we could talk about the anger people feel, because they expected to have good jobs, a social safety net, or a government that would protect them from things like artificial intelligence, monopolistic corporations, and deadly fentanyl.

    The monopoly guy from Ace Ventura 2 says, “Hello!”

    Hard times lead people to get extra-upset, not just because life is tough, but because they’re super-disappointed things didn’t work out like they were supposed to.

    Like we expected they would.

    Certainly, Trumpers are always furious that things are not the way “they used to be.”

    Don’t forget: the first word of MAGA is make.

    To make is to compel. To dominate.

    America expects to dominate the world, because we did for the past (not quite) 100 years.

    China expects to dominate the world, because they’re a mega-populous, ancient, successful nation, with the world’s biggest economy.

    Russia expects to dominate the world, because they’re an aggressive, powerful Empire, and the biggest country on Earth.

    Great power battles always create collateral damage.


    Didn’t mean to drift into Geopolitics.

    Maybe I’ll just land the plane here.

    If you’re stressed about having your expectations met, in 2023, it might be time to question the expectations.

    If we change what we think should happen, or change our plans so something different might happen, it tends to lead to better outcomes.

    Rather than doing the same thing over and over, and expecting a different result.

    Morning dog walk. The light was (almost) luminous for a minute, before it became flat again.

  • Need to Make a Career Change?

    Need to Make a Career Change?

    by Jonathan Blaustein

    I just had a friend reach out with a story to share.

    This person is dealing with some real difficulty, (as many of us are,) but also grappling with the question of perhaps not being in the right profession/field, at the moment.

    Obviously, I’ll share no details, but when I was asked if I had thoughts on career changes, I took a moment to consider how best to answer the question?

    As writing for Sunshine and Olly is one of my primary stress-relief techniques, but also a form of art I truly love, this seemed like the way to go.

    Especially as I was able to get a proper hill walk with the dogs this morning, given that the sun finally came back!

    Sunshine, Olly and Billy on the hill.

    Driving into Brazilian Jiu Jitsu class with Amelie yesterday afternoon, I was officially convinced I might never see the sun again.

    So of course the clouds broke, around 5pm, and it was glorious.

    Just long enough for me to remember that when we’re trapped in unhealthy systems, or environments, it is really hard to solve problems, and figure out big picture ideas.

    Just like people in Russia, Scandinavia, and Canada know their winters fuck with their sanity, we just lived through that, in a place that’s supposed to be one of the sunniest in the world.

    The sun came back, and I want to use that positive energy to give an answer to my (anonymous) friend.

    The first deep blue sky I’ve seen in months.

    Artists are permanent shape-shifters.

    Certainly when we’re {foolish?} enough to try to make a living out of being creative.

    I’ve blogged enough over the years about that subject, so we’ll leave it alone.

    If the specific question is how to make a career move, either laterally, or vertically, I think there are questions we can ask ourselves, and moves we can make, to enable decisions from a clear-sky perspective.

    First of all, if a person knows they’ve been dealing with an inordinate amount of stress and difficulty, due to work/family/health problems, having kindness and compassion for oneself is a great first step.

    If you’ve been eating a lot of shit lately, or have life-changing situations going on, accept that those things can and do change your life.

    And often they suck!

    So step one, figure out how to be kind to yourself, and get even the tiniest break to clear your head.

    The clear view perspective

    If you can’t take a break, double/triple down on investing in yourself.

    If you like Yoga, take more classes. Or martial arts. Travel. Eating great food. Making art.

    Just pour everything you have into trying to feel good about yourself.

    Because we need that self-confidence to embrace change, when it’s heaped upon us.


    Step two, once you’re feeling grounded, is to start asking questions.

    What do I love to do?

    What am I really good at?

    How can I imagine spending my time to make money, but when I think about it, I get excited, and energized? (Not depleted, and depressed.)

    What communities, when I see them out there on social media, or the mainstream media, seem like they’re offering things that I want and need in my life?

    What skills am I doing, in my current job, that have a direct cross-over with other aspects of my industry, or another industry?

    Do I like being around a certain type of person, (or a certain type of energy,) and where can I find people like that?

    Am I living in the right city/community, for my personal wants and needs?


    It’s a lot of questions, I know.

    And I could keep going.

    But this feels like the perfect way to get moving.

    Knowing something is not working is the first step.


    I wrote on Monday that I’d gone to Duke University, among the most prestigious and famous in the world.

    I hated it.

    And I was so miserable.

    But it wasn’t until I figured out I was miserable, (as there was not a support system in place to help me sort it,) that I bumped into a person who had the answer.

    He too, was miserable, and had found out he could take a semester off, because he had enough credits to still graduate on time.

    Immediately, I knew that was for me, and I moved towards making it happen.

    I skipped the first semester of my senior year, and moved to Taos for 9 months, because my parents had recently relocated here.

    That decision changed the course of my life.


    I believe if you’re a kind, compassionate, empathetic, warm-hearted, intelligent, self-aware, open-minded person: you deserve to be happy.

    Nobody gets to be happy all the time, mind you, but if you realize that despite being a genuinely good person, you feel stuck, unappreciated, or worse…

    It’s time to get unstuck.

    Step one, take care of yourself, and get in the frame of mind to tackle the problem.

    Step two, ask all the hard questions, and be willing to see yourself in a more positive light than the situation seems to be rewarding.

    Step three, take a big leap, believing you can do it, and that your support system will help you as you try.

    Catch you next week!

    Sunshine and Olly yesterday, before the sun came back.

  • What Does Woke Mean?

    What Does Woke Mean?

    by Jonathan Blaustein

    Quick post today.

    I wanted to tackle a massive issue that’s been in the news lately.

    Not only is the term “Woke” everywhere, used both as a compliment and a pejorative, but few people actually understand what it means.

    I’m going to give it a shot, right off the top of my head.

    “Woke” is a philosophy that acknowledges the reality of historical power dynamics, and seeks to change the inherent unfairness of centuries of dominance, based upon power imbalances.

    Power dynamics are the key here.

    Power means you can make a person do something. And you don’t have to behave in a way that respects their basic human dignity.

    It can be a boss that yells at you, and never faces accountability.

    Often, (and most famously,) it means that systemic behaviors like misogyny and racism, which permanently ensconced women and minorities as an underclass, need to be upended.

    Unfortunately, “Woke” has gotten a bad name, because like the Israelis, and the French peasants during their Revolution, often times, when people get power, the first thing they want to do is enact revenge against the people that mistreated them.

    (Or in the case of the Israelis, kicking a disempowered culture while they’re down, via Apartheid and Occupation.)


    It’s not “Woke” to treat people badly on purpose.

    (Even if you think they deserve it, because they represent a gender, or race/culture that typically held sway.)

    Meaning, it’s not “Woke” to use your power to knowingly disrespect someone, just because you can.

    Traditional power structures used gaslighting, as it meant they never had to challenge the message.

    Just dismiss the messenger.

    You’re crazy!
    You’re hysterical!
    You’re so angry all the time, it must be you!

    The first image on Google for female hysteria, courtesy of Wikipedia

    It happens every day.

    In other words, if you want to be “Woke,” be cool. Treat people well, and understand that if you have a historically privileged position, try to use it to help others with less power.

    If you fuck up, just say you’re sorry.

    And if occasionally, you have to see someone else succeed, (instead of you,) don’t go crazy about it.

    Take the L, realize it wasn’t your turn, and move on with grace.

    Theo with the new horse. His official name is Listo, but Theo renamed him Kevin, as an act of rebellion against my domineering sister-in-law.

  • Make Society Livable Again

    Make Society Livable Again

    by Jonathan Blaustein

    It’s normal to want friends.

    To need connection.

    Even introverts require some social contact.

    (So a big Fuck You to Caity Weaver for encouraging people to be ashamed of such needs in the NYT Magazine this weekend.)

    It’s why solitary confinement is considered torture, and therefore is used as extreme punishment.

    Yet hundreds of millions, if not billions of people lived through that torture in pandemic lockdown, in the recent past, and it’s rarely discussed.

    In the US these days, (and probably elsewhere,) people are struggling, angry, and have lost the ability to calmly communicate with each other. Yet many people are trying to figure out why they’re having such a hard time in a rigged system, right after the world lived through conditions that aged some brains by 10 years.

    These are hard times, (in my therapist’s words,) as America has succumbed to Oligarchy, yet it is poorly understood beyond the cultural fringe.


    When I was a Freshman at Duke University, (where I double-majored in History and Economics,) I took Intro to American History, with Dean Gerald Wilson.

    Image courtesy of Duke Athletics

    My first paper was the assigned subject: “Was the Progressive Era Actually Progressive?”

    At 18, I didn’t know even what progressive meant, (back in 1992,) and most certainly didn’t have an informed opinion.

    Ever the good student, though, I just needed to read the text book, stake out a position, pull evidence with quotes, and I was good to go.

    As such, I got an “A” on the paper.

    Not much knowledge was acquired, but in my second semester, I took another History class, from Professor John D. French, which opened my eyes to the “real” US history of conquest and territorial acquisition, which undergirded America’s success as a country.

    (This History is becoming “banned” more and more each day.)

    I might not have learned if America was actually progressive back then, but I did learn that the concentration of wealth and power, during the Gilded Age, was so bad, it almost broke society.

    Miraculously, trust busting, anti-monopolistic practices, and increased unionization, approx 100 years ago, allowed the US to build a middle class, which was (once) the envy of the world.

    These days, we know that for one group to have resources, most of the time, another group has to have less.

    Which leads to all sorts of conflict.


    In an Oligarchical society, the most powerful people are always a super-minority.

    Dozens of people, in a nation of more than 330 million.

    It’s why they work so hard to keep everyone distracted, squabbling and desperate.

    And the Oligarchs fight tooth and nail to maintain the power and control they’ve established.

    We’re reading about this reality piecemeal, whether it’s an article about Getty heirs dodging taxes in The New Yorker, or Robert Reich dropping knowledge bombs on Twitter.

    The overall narrative, though, never penetrates the minds and hearts of all those angry people.

    Don’t be angry at your neighbor, your Mom, or the “other.”

    Instead, be angry at the super-rich people who think they should be worth $1 trillion, so you have to decide whether you can afford to buy vegetables for your kids.

    I’m telling you: this is officially a time in history when things are fucked up.

    A century ago, such conditions led to WWII, and the Holocaust, in which my race/culture was almost wiped out.

    Nobody likes a know-it-all, (I get it,) but we artists are the canaries in the coal-mine.

    Time for some collective energy to make society livable again.

    Brooklyn, NY, 2018

  • No One is Coming to Save You

    No One is Coming to Save You

    by Jonathan Blaustein

    No one is coming to save you.

    It’s hard to hear, but eventually, you’ll thank me. Because it’s one of the most difficult life lessons to learn.

    In this case, we can blame Hollywood.

    Thousands and thousands of stories told over the years, and so many of them still use a plot device ripped from the Ancient Greeks: the Deus ex machina.

    Most normies won’t know that term, but I’m aware that most of you aren’t normies.

    So as not be a pretentious asshole, let me explain: Deus ex machina means the part of the story where someone, or something, shows up, improbably, just in the nick of time.

    (The first image in a Google search for Deus ex machina, courtesy of Wikipedia)

    It happens so often that most people don’t even notice anymore. And one can’t fault the ancient storytellers for wanting to preserve tension for as long as humanly possible.

    That desire, to keep the audiences rapt, required that salvation only happen at the Very. Last. Second.

    By the gods. (Most of the time, anyway.)

    And Hollywood has leaned on that time and again, to the point it became a part of American mythology.

    A nation of individuals, but somehow, we always win in the end, and the good guy always wins, and he always has tons of friends, who have his back, and he is the best shot, and the best fighter, and the best lover.

    Americans have been trained (especially by Trump) to believe that only winning matters. And they deserve to win, all the time, no matter how they behave.

    That is what it all comes down to.

    Do you win friends and influence people by being a good enough person that there are people who care enough about you to “have your back,” or do you use power, intimidation, and control to force people to be nice to you? (Otherwise known as kissing your ass.)


    In fairness, this rant is not random.

    I’ve been writing about friendship, mental health, and the attempted pursuit of happiness since I began Sunshine and Olly six weeks ago.

    And this weekend, I read three things that blew my mind, for how tightly they tied together the philosophy I’ve been unpacking, (in real time,) here on the blog.

    First, this brilliant, long-form piece in ESPN, about the absolute limits of good friendship.

    Courtesy of ESPN.com

    Two wrestlers, new but really great friends, were hunting for shed antlers in Wyoming. They stumbled into a Grizzly Bear’s home, and when she attacked one friend, the other had the chance to get away.

    Instead, he charged the bear, trying to execute a takedown, because she was about to kill his buddy. As a result, the hero took the worst brunt of the attack, but they miraculously both survived.

    This is the dream scenario, and it worked out.

    An actual fucking Deus ex machina.

    But these were two dudes who cared about each other, had spent (probably) more than 100 hours as wrestling training partners, and who believed in the values they were taught in sports.

    On a deep level.

    That is what most people want, but don’t know how to get.


    As to the second article, (in the NYT,) it provided some science to something I’ve noticed anecdotally, and begun to write about.

    Americans are literally anti-social right now, as many people’s brains aged 10 years during the pandemic.

    People are scientifically different, and have lost skills on how to relate to each other, how to connect, and how to offer the kind of friendship they’d like to have in return.

    (If you can’t give, you can’t receive.)

    The last article is the bleakest.

    Consider yourself warned.


    It was another long-read, this time in the NYT, about a family-owned sandwich shop in Phoenix, which is located in a neighborhood taken over by a tent city.

    The writing is terrific, the photos are great, and overall, the story manages to empathize a bit with the sub-makers, and the people living in hell outside the door.

    In this case, it’s LITERAL HELL, as more than 1250 unhoused people have died on those burning, Phoenix streets in the last two years.

    1250!

    Many of them cooked to death on the concrete.

    Elsewhere, it describes the way human civilization works, when only might makes right.

    Protection rackets have developed organically in the tent city, and people are killing each other over patches of sidewalk.

    They were left to die.

    Alone.

    In the worst of circumstances.

    And nobody came to save them.


    If you’ve read this far, I’ll do a nice pivot, and turn my tone around.

    This is not (only) a bleak story.

    Because once people realize they will have to save themselves, it opens a big door to things like growth mentality, personal empowerment, and the quest for better mental health.

    What most people want is to be safe, feel good, to be appreciated for who they are, and to be seen.

    If/when a person grows up in a family that undermines that, rather than supporting it, or if they work in the wrong company, or go to the wrong school, it can be functionally impossible to live at one’s optimum.

    It’s why sports teams talk about culture all the time.

    And why so much of mental health Twitter is always discussing the impact of other people’s negative energy.

    From Deion Sanders’ Twitter feed today

    If you can’t buffer it, or avoid it, you best expect it will affect you for the worse.

    So that’s where we’ll land today.

    If you love yourself, (and if you have a partner and/or children, love them properly,) you’ll figure out what is actually wrong in your life.

    Who is dragging you down?

    Who doesn’t see you in the positive way you (hopefully) see yourself?

    What makes you happy?

    Who makes you happy?

    Sunshine and Olly make me happy!

    It’s a great way to start down the path to being the engine of your own happiness.

    Hasta luego!

    Olly says hello!

  • Dana Stirling: “Why am I Sad?” A Portfolio & Interview

    Dana Stirling: “Why am I Sad?” A Portfolio & Interview

    by Jonathan Blaustein

    I met Dana Stirling, and her partner Yoav Friedländer, at a photo festival in Portland, back in 2019.

    (The before-times.)

    They’re both photographers, born in Israel, and together they also run Float Magazine.

    Dana recently shared her project, “Why am I Sad?” with me.

    Not only did I love it, but found the concept, (using art both to understand, and express our own mental state,) to be in line with what Sunshine and Olly has become.

    I’m excited to kick off a new feature here on the blog, with an edit of Dana’s phenomenal work, as well as an interview we conducted via email. (This was not a pre-written Q&A; rather, we answered each other in real time.)


    Backyard Water Slide, MA, 2015
    Smile A While Truck, Wyalusing, PA, 2022

    Jonathan Blaustein: I know you’re from Israel, but not what brought you to the States.

    What was behind your big move?

    Dana Stirling: Originally my partner, Yoav, moved to New York in 2012 to study for his MFA at the School of Visual Arts. I was still in my undergrad program at the time, so we were long distance for a year. Once I finished my BA in 2013, I visited many times to be with him and decided to apply for an MFA program as well. I was rejected from almost all of them and ended up also doing my MFA at the School of Visual Arts which is when I moved as well.

    JB: Gotcha. So it was for school. Makes sense.

    If you’ve been in the US for a decade, (much less the last decade,) you haven’t necessarily seen us at our best.

    Why did you stay?

    DS: I think every place has its ups and downs, no? It is easy to see how much greener someone else’s grass is so I try not to judge anything or anyone too harshly.

    I grew up with immigrant parents who came to Israel from London back in ’88 for many reasons, but including anti-semitism. I grew up speaking English, and my parents struggled with the local language (Hebrew,) but because I was born there I was basically a Tzabar (meaning a person who was born in Israel).

    Even though I was native to this place, I always felt pretty disconnected. I was never really British enough but never really Israeli enough too in my mind – I just felt like I belonged nowhere.

    There was never a strong connection to my physical space. I never felt a rooted connection to the land, and always felt like an immigrant, so moving to another country like the U.S was just natural to me – I belong nowhere so what does it matter where I am?

    514 Mailbox, Ithaca, NY, 2021
    Dead Bird, Route 178, CA, 2021

    JB: I didn’t know your family had immigrated to Israel from England.

    I was curious, and your answer is powerful, but also lines up.

    In particular, because the series we’re featuring here, “Why Am I Sad?” speaks powerfully to a sense of disconnection, or dislocation. And you write (eloquently) in your statement about your mother’s clinical depression, which can feel like a wall that exists in a relationship.

    The images speak to a mental state, but also to using art in the hope of escaping that mental state.

    What is it like for you to be open and vulnerable with others, through your creative process?

    DS: Thank you for the kind response to my words – I always say that English is actually not my first language even though I’ve talked to my parents in English only all my life, but Hebrew has always been my first language, so writing in English can be a struggle sometimes.

    I actually always felt a deep shame with my situation.

    No one really knew about it growing up, besides maybe a couple of friends. I always talked about it in a very shallow way, which led to most of my personal relationships in my young life to be pretty superficial, because I never really wanted to talk about my home or my mother or more importantly – how I felt.

    It took me a long time not only to talk about it in this way, but actually understand the impact it has on me, and how it shaped who I am and how I act and feel as an adult.

    I have a fear of becoming sad and depressed to the point of not leaving the the house, like my mother, that is so rooted in me that every time I am home not doing something productive I hear these voices in my ear. But at the same time, I’ve always struggled with motivation, and being productive, because it was just always easier to hide, sleep, ignore and isolate rather then do anything active. So this is something I still struggle with.

    Photography has really saved me, because it gave me purpose. I think if I hadn’t found it – I might have been completely lost.

    Funny enough this project is really all about this struggle.

    Photography is a way for me to communicate, because I do have a tendency to hide and bottle my emotions up – but it is also a source of frustration because when I don’t photograph, I feel anxious about not doing enough and feeling like I am failing which becomes an interesting cycle of emotions but it also what makes me photograph the way I do – complex I know.

    Ghost Town, Bodfish, CA, 2021
    Glowing Saguaro, Saguaro National Park, AZ, 2022

    JB: I can relate to pretty much everything you’ve written.

    I think a lot of other people can too.

    I respond to your writing, yes, and find it fascinating that you can’t/don’t communicate with your parents in your mother tongue.

    Such a powerful metaphor.

    The images (at least the ones you share,) do capture an intense emotional energy, which comes from your vision, but also the color and light palette. Though you share in your statement that you made object art in rooms for years, as a form of comfort, I actually love the pictures shot out in the world.

    The super-bleak swimming pool in Winter is a great, and obvious one. But there were a lot of photos that include lush greenery, or flowers. As if you were seeking to find some solace, even as you were also attracted to sad things.

    That said, I also found a bit of absurdist humor embedded in there too.

    It’s known, from a feminist perspective, that men often tell women to smile more.

    And your series features an image telling people to smile, as well as smiley-face-emoji graphics.

    In a way, is that subtext here?

    “Don’t tell me to smile, asshole! You don’t know me, or why I’m not smiling.”

    Holding a Girl, Queens, NY, 2020

    DS: I think in a way my work is sad mainly because – I am sad (sometimes). What I mean is that, I photograph thought that mindset.

    I am actually a really picky photographer. I use a Mamyia RZ 67 film camera, and I won’t even take it out of the bag if I don’t see something that I think is interesting or makes sense. I can go an entire trip without even photographing a single image.

    I can only photograph something that is perfect for what I am looking for, so my work process is pretty slow. When I do find these gems, they are unmistakably a perfect representation of who I am as a person and as an artist.

    This is also why photography is such a source of worry for me as well, as I mention in my statement, because I am so picky I won’t photograph for a long period of time which makes me spiral.

    I think my work has always been slightly sad, even when I document things that are “happy” like the smiley face because it is just a reflection of myself.

    I do like the irony and the humor that comes out of these images as well. It is definitely intentional, and is indeed a part of the work.

    I think life is complex, and emotions are not always black and white. I do struggle with depression but I also have a really good life – I love, I enjoy things, I am also happy in addition to having this heavier burden.

    This work, I think, reflects all of this. I think there is beauty in sadness and I personally always found my images to be beautiful regardless of what is photographed in it – even if it is something that is decaying, dying or discarded.

    I’ve had many people in the past tell me that my work is too sad and it will never sell and that people will not be interested in it – it stopped me for a while and it really made me question my images, but eventually I realized that my work will always be this way because this is who I am and I can only photograph through the lens of the person I am.

    I hope people who see the images smile, but I also hope they will come to understand that it is okay not to smile if they don’t want to, and not be okay all the time and that other people struggle just like them and that is okay too.

    JB: OK. Fair enough.

    A diplomatic, but honest answer. (You’ll get no ball-busting from me on the subject.)

    You’ve been really generous to share your work with our audience, as well as taking the time to answer my questions.

    I’ve got just one more, if you don’t mind.

    Have you got anything cool coming up, in the near future, that you’d like to be able to share with us? Either in your photographic practice, with Float Magazine, or maybe something Yoav is working on?

    Thank you so much for everything!

    Pride of Madeira, Shoreline Highway, CA, 2019
    Upside Down Smile, Ringtown, PA, 2021

    DS: It’s been a pleasure and thank you for your genuine interest in the work.

    I truly do appreciate it!

    I am working towards getting this project into a book, but I can’t really say more than that for now. Hopefully things will work out soon, and we can see this work on the pages of a printed book, which has always been my dream.

    With Float I am always looking to make more opportunities for artists to showcase their work in the best way possible with, as little to no cost, which is always a challenge but it is a huge passion of mine.

    Because I am an artist myself, I’ve seen the increase in prices for calls for entry, and it is honestly getting unattainable to submit your work to many people. It’s getting closer every day to a system of “pay to play,” in order to get yourself out there.

    Now I do understand platforms need money, and I am not necessarily against a submission fee, but the prices are getting to be so high that many artists don’t feel they can justify spending these prices only to get rejected.

    I want to make opportunities that are accessible, as much as possible, if I can.


  • Waiting for the Sunshine?

    Waiting for the Sunshine?

    by Jonathan Blaustein

    Hello there.

    How’s it going?

    Is Spring almost upon you, as I opined in Monday’s post?

    It’s coming here, rapidly, but in all honesty, that’s not a good thing.

    April is typically one of the two grayest, windiest months of the year. (Which goes great with taxes, and community ditch-cleaning.)

    Normally, it’s something to bitch about, but then quickly get past, as other than April and November, here in Taos, we get plenty of sunshine and blue skies.

    Famously, Taos Ski Valley used to advertise 330 days of sun a year as a part of the marketing materials.

    NM blue sky, November 2, 2020.

    However, there’s this pesky phenomenon out there called Climate Change.

    And it happens to be… you know… changing the climate?

    I fucking hate it.


    Back when we lived in New York, (which was admittedly a long time ago,) I used to sing a song to Jessie.

    It was all about despair, and hope, in the midst of the long-ass winters.

    It went something like this…

    “Waitin’ for the sunshine. Waitin’ for the sunshine. Tired of the gray days. Tired of the gray days. Oh, but it ain’t comin’, it ain’t comin’ soon. No, it ain’t comin’, it ain’t comin’, soon.”

    I gave it a bluesy, country twang, and to be honest, I was not a very good singer.

    (Slightly better now, but not by much.)

    Lately, Jessie and I have been discussing how hard it is to feel good, after the sun has been gone since November.

    No lie, I can remember about 3 truly gorgeous days, in nearly 5 months.

    It is gray for weeks on end now.

    Thanks a lot, Climate Change. You fucking asshole!

    Now I’m wondering if this is the new normal?


    I admit, a lot of people have it worse.

    There are floods, tornadoes, hurricanes, mud slides.

    It’s bad out there, in a lot of places.

    Hell, the NYT just did a story about climate change refugees moving to Duluth, MN, seemingly oblivious to the lack of sun and extreme cold. (Shout out to Jenn Ackermann for the great photos.)

    One sucker admitted to moving there, to escape Colorado wildfire smoke, only to discover a fresh batch in MN, which had wafted down from Canada.

    Fire smoke in the Taos air, (before fire season,) May 1, 2022

    As I’ve previously written here, everything is connected.

    Ecosystems.
    The Universe.
    Humanity.

    If we accept that obvious reality, it makes everything easier.

    Because it’s definitely harder to be as anti-social as Americans have been, the past few years, if you accept we’re all in this together.

    (Except for Elon Musk. He can fuck off to Mars.)