by Peter J. Crowley on March 27, 2009
Well thanks to a great friend I now have a digital Canon and am shooting some with color images. It is a different animal than my Nikon’s which are still my primary creative voice.
For now I use it only for color. I sometimes use it as a Polaroid to check lighting in studio, if it is a particularly new set up. But still working mostly with one light that is rare. The instant gratification is nice [but I always want a cigarette right after] because without my own darkroom I shoot less. I can also offer a lower rate for prints from sessions. No tech talk here though suffice it to say I can provide high quality 8.5 x 11 prints.
Inspiration is found all around if one looks today’s collage is from my kitchen counter. Coffee a cup from Mocha Joe’s in Brattleboro Vt a place I haven’t been in a year. The city is a very visual location. Want to go with me? A day Trip Tutorial?
See the link for incredibly reduced rates even the poor I mean middle class can afford. Some of the most recognized images ever made were done during the last depression.
Just cause I have a diggie does not mean I will change the tone of my visual or verbal voice. Well all for now. It is nice out and I want to go make negatives. enjoy pjc
New Work Up.
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This just in “The IRS in an effort to streamline their work and make their agency more transparent has announced the eliminate the middle man form, # FUMiddleClass this year just pick your favorite Criminal and send them the money directly. If you don’t have their address send it to your Congressman or Senator they will know the correct account number to wire your wages to. enjoy pjc
by Peter J. Crowley on March 20, 2009
A warm Sunday at a friends in Manchester the sun speaks of spring yet the calender warns a week more winter, today spring arrives and snow falls in western Ct.
Two weeks ago the early risers were out in Coventry. No calender or day light savings needed we’re blooming!
Panama Hat and Belly Buttons
The bud bursts cautiously through the earth.
Will there be a flower? A summer?
Will the auditorium door open?
Norwich’s dare to be spring fashion show.
Heels and jeans cuffed,
Not quite sheer blouse, no coat big scarf.
The belly and the button that Jeanie couldn’t show on TV is now prominent.
Even in winter and occasionally in business attire.
As teens we boys dreamed of a peek at panties, today with the bellys and the backs we can read the labels. Status AZOD replaced by Victoria’s Secret and Abude. Mystery? We live longer grow up faster and never grow up. Keeping the child discarding the “I” I wish but doubt.
April 16, 2004 Copyright Peter J. Crowley
As I added this poem I wondered 250 or so posts on this blog have I used this poem before? All the pages on the screen begin to look the same, folders and files, hard drives and hard copy to read at an open mic? Well if it has already been here before enjoy or dislike the words again.
Last night I had the pleasure of presenting “My Transparent Life” to The Quinabaug Valley Photography Club
There was much discussion on how I turn light into emotion. One of the prime tools is use of negative space. The photo of Carl’s chairs I think illustrates a very simple use of light and negative space so you feel like you have been there or are comfortable
in this space. enjoy pjc
One more cute belly button
by Peter J. Crowley on March 15, 2009
As spring approaches I have been looking back on old roads, traveling down paths taken before and seeing again the change and similarity. Many of these roads are roads and many are ideas creative portfolios of images and words. Delving into past thoughts and redefining the direction of reality and abstraction. These two images done recently, the top one done Thursday are new looks at surreal movement. The portfolio started in the 80s [about 150 images] and has been worked on a little here and a little there since then. There are a couple on my site in the “My Transparent Life” section where the dancer flowed through space as a solid form. The new work is merging the this figure into the space combining the figure and the environment in a solar system of moving color.
Old Roads Appear only on Maps!
Old roads appear only on maps
Old roads appear only in memory
Old roads widened, repaved
Old roads now impassable
Old roads will I travel them again?
Old roads a final exploration, portfolio
Old roads a new found vision
Old roads meant to fade away.
Copyright Peter J. Crowley January 27,2007
Photographic Art The Muse words and images
by Peter J. Crowley on March 10, 2009
Last Light The Crocker New London March 7th 2009
Process and perfection once something to strive for understanding light kelvin color temperature. That wonderful warm glow that happens on sunny day’s for just a few minutes at the beginning and end of the day. This digital image was really “captured” [captured the violent term that replaces the making of a negative or the creating an image] on Sat. evening in New London from the parking lot of The Bean and Leaf Coffee House where my friend Roberta Sulls had an opening of her art. Now that golden light can be pixceled out anytime if you just buy the newest software, capture any light you want on your cell phone and it will be goodnuff, consume it but in reality it consumes you. The last light, the golden moment is gone only to be replaced by replicated multi tasking pod people. Enough this was supposed to be a short post, but I don’t speak anachronisms.
enjoy pjc
Photographic Art Statements questions made with light.
Prints for the people ask about March specials beyond what’s here.
even though it says Sept at top of this page scroll down. It is really March.
Last full moon of winter tonight. This is a last theme post.
Mark Twain Consider this?
“It ain’t what you don’t know that gets you into trouble. It’s what you know for sure that just ain’t so.” Yet choose to ignore cause it is making you money. I said that.
by Peter J. Crowley on March 7, 2009
The doorway to an artist a path that the Leprechaun might find. It isn’t that the entry is hidden it is a state of mind. Many feet pass through this door yet most of them are blind to the color and the light before them, tis sad that the child is left behind. So as you stroll through the doorway look for the brightly colored palette it’s there inside your mind. Look forward and back for freedom you might find.
enjoy pjc
Photographic Art
Prints for the people
Linocut by Sarah Harford
