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Spring flowers, Poetry, negative space and belly buttons.

03.20.2009 by Peter J. Crowley // 3 Comments


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

Categories // Crocous, Panama Hat, Spring, Stairs

Color abstraction movement, fabric, figures.

03.15.2009 by Peter J. Crowley // 8 Comments

CONNetic dance

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.



Soma Dance Company

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

 

Categories // Abstract, Abstraction, Color, Color Fine Art, CONNetic Dance, Dance, Figures, Poem, Poetry, Surreal Maendy

LAST, light the golden moment of the day. Last Winter full moon,

03.10.2009 by Peter J. Crowley // 2 Comments


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.

Categories // Black and White Fine Art Last light, Creativity or photography by numbers., Mark Twain, Roberta Sulls

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