Peter J. Crowley

Decades

06.22.2016 by Peter J. Crowley // 6 Comments

Each decade had it’s highs and lows never boring. My vision shaped by the sea in the 70’s a couple miles each day walking, seeing, feeling, thinking The Journey begins.

A Life in Photographic Art

1970’s Cosey Beach

1980

Akin Babatunde Rites and Reason Theater Brown Univ.

Trauma and Drama, Theater, Dance, Art and Artists many tales.

Sculpter David Hayes — **Sculptor David Hayes**

1990’s

**Silver Gelatin A Sad Pensive Muse. Seeking the Highlight finding the shadow. A muse for three years hundreds of images. The Muse is me.**

2000’s Rasminko’s in Willi

A large studio in Norwich the mill town residency tour continues. The past and present fuel Layered Life. Dance production on stage sorted re arranged to color abstracts in the studio. Teaching Whidbey Island. Amtrak life on both sides of the tracks.

2010’s

Life continues to be layered in Olympia the next chapter pulls out of the station.

enjoy pjc

Photographic Art More from 70’s

Too Much, of Too Little, of Too Many, of Not Enough, Projects

03.29.2016 by Peter J. Crowley // 1 Comment

Too much, keeping pace with life creating commenting moving in a direction the journey continues. Back to film the 70’s, 80’s 90’s. Swirling from age four to sixty six in a 1/250th of a second. A brief ramble through 45 years a beginning, a tease, a new book, a retrospect. Now Available Another Door Entered a sample chapter from A Life in Photographic Art

January 1974 a cold morning stroll on State Street New Haven. It was very cold but the light was perfect a thin gray overcast sun softened by the clouds. I knew I had it one image made Kodachrome 64 and walk on to the next shot. This image had a feeling that knowing you had spoken that there was more to say. The journey will go on the moment brief lasting forever created. Forty two years later the moment this moment still feels right.

April 1973 a walk in the woods of Columbia Ct. Mike Sirak’s parents home. Frozen puddles speak of the past season shivering Mike and I wander seeing abstract color patterns seeking spring in frozen Oak leafs.

The sound track was as sweet as I will ever know as the eighties dawned in Providence in love with a women then the city. The moments, multiple moments erupting in the theater, dancing across my shutter plane. I was the moment, the muse. The fall was a devastating crash, a betrayal, a pistol… seeking a place to hide.

Coventry back to youth, trust, safety unable to find the map the journey stalled at a rest area. Where is the muse?

The Dance of color, light, seeing returns slowly. The North Carolina Dance Theater invites me to dance the blues away. The muse visits, structure, determination, hope, life. The journey re starts. Trains, ferries, summer my daughter propel the journey forward.

January 2016 the station is now Olympia. The Wolf dances with the Bears the circle nears completion.

So that’s the story of my journey, seeking the highlight finding the muse. Forty Five years of visual and verbal comments on the human condition. Forty thousand images whittled down to six images and a few words here a preview, taste of my new book. Seeking a publisher investors want to be part of the journey? Email me mail@peterjcrowley.com or just contribute here start a trend, pave the Road Between Here and There

Photographic Art 1998 North Dakota the eyes of a poet sing a song of peace

The Seventies Old Roads and Trains to NYC

02.09.2016 by Peter J. Crowley // 1 Comment

In the beginning there was a Nikon F and a 50mm F 1.4 and me seeking a muse only to discover I am “The Muse.” New Haven Rail Station waiting for Metro North and a ride to NYC. Just a student of Photographic Art looking for a song to sing.

I guess this trip was after rush hour perhaps the 9am a quiet platform. When I would catch the train at 6-7am there were many suits on the way to work and few seats on board. By the second trip at that hour I had figured out to go to the Bar Car where there were seats and coffee. I was surprised having read about commuters and drinks. The Bar Car was full on the return trip.

The world pans out down the tracks 20 plus years later the Goober was grown and out west. My love for the social travel that is Amtrak became an affair I will continue. Many roads, rails to travel many visual adventures stories to tell.

Today I begin to review Forty Five Years of images, visual poetry stories told in a fraction of a second. Thanks to Mike and Jeannette ant the Photo Connection of Colchester their support and belief in my work has been there since close to the beginning for Mike. I now have a film scanner with their help I am getting to know how to use the scanner. There are many patrons in my life who have kept film in my camera, food in my belly and a twinkle in my eye. peace pjc

Photographic Art More from the Seventies here much more to come stay tuned want something you remember let me know. All prints are for sale.