Peter J. Crowley

Color abstraction movement, fabric, figures.

03.15.2009 by Peter J. Crowley // 8 Comments

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.

Photographic Art The Muse words and images

From the Window of a Train

12.22.2008 by Peter J. Crowley // 1 Comment

This image made chugging through the mountains heading North for Chicago. Bet it is snow covered now. Just so you know I shoot subjects other than people. There is a poem “From the Window of a Train” as yet unfinished I will post it later, perhaps around the new year as it is somewhat retrospective. ho ho ho pjc

Photographic Art

Boarding in Albuquerque on The Southwest Chief

09.24.2008 by Peter J. Crowley // 4 Comments

This way to board. Reflecting on Albuquerque, stepping away from faces for this edition. This is from my Layered Life series. Some of the non portrait images can be found on this months Prints for People specials.

August Fifteenth and Sixteenth rolling towards Washington I meet Dane a poet on her way to read in Seattle with Jack McCarthy. The coincidence’s and community develop Dane’s good friend is a Quaker who I will meet at my daughters wedding, for the entire westward trip we have no internet except for a couple minutes just after I meet Dane. She shoots an email to her friend to see if she is going to Kirsten’s wedding? Two days later I get the answer as her friends father speaks at the wedding of how small the world is and how I met his daughters friend on the train. Dane introduces me to Jack’s poetry and my first I-Pod experience. I find it fitting that my first time is listening to poetry. Upon finding his website to link here I realize that I most likely photographed him at the 1997 National Poetry Slam Championship, “Voices from the Edge” held in Middletown Ct. Both of these poets are worth a listen for “Poetry like Bread” is for everyone [from the poem “Like You” by Roque Dalton,] published by Curbstone Press. So I’ve rambled here and I’ve rambled there introducing more of the characters from either side of the tracks, past and present.
enjoy pjc

Prints for the People