Fine Art Photographer
Different directions the days and decades offer. Light performing as youth, passion, motion, emotion. Real, surreal, erotic abstracts. Excess where possession replaces passion.
George Bass Playwright Rites and Reason Brown Univ 80’s
Sometimes a flower is just a flower
Sometimes a metaphor. Life rich, full and fertile.
peace pjc
Photographic Art Abstract The Muse
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.
1970’s Cosey Beach
1980
Akin Babatunde Rites and Reason Theater Brown Univ.
Trauma and Drama, Theater, Dance, Art and Artists many tales.
1990’s
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
There was always “The Muse.” 1973 just started seeking, unsure of direction, not knowing the muse. Francis a friend from High School who I loved sweetly. We didn’t really date but our closeness was intense perhaps scary. Later I would realize I loved all the muses. She was a romantic realist we shared that outlook. Her in NY me in E. Ct both missing childhood. An afternoon by the pond in back of the “Museum” her parents home in Coventry. Where in High School we would hang out a very magical place and time. Four years later we played, created, a kiss and laughter for a few hours we traveled back to the garden.
The Sad Poet
I last saw Fran in the early eighties we were both struggling with demons. I was back in Coventry after being assaulted, pistol whipped in Providence while losing the love of my life. Fran struggling with a marriage. We were both in Coventry we hung out smiled over lunch. We will get together again soon. She called I was busy she going back to NYC, me chasing lost love. She said good bye, I was sad confused wanting to see her but trying to find…………The demons took her I never saw her again.
peace pjc
Photographic Art The Seventies a Dancer by Francis’s Pond