Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

A Life in Photographic Art

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Here are the details a six minute slide show many new images. Share my posts, comment here and on social media make it personal, I collect Peter’s work, I studied with him, posed for him people are more involved by words than a like button. Thanks

The New Book A Life in Photographic Art

Forty five years, many portfolios by a passionate observer. Sometimes a romantic realist, sometimes social commentary. Always motion/emotion always composed in the viewfinder “the decisive moment” is the shutter being tripped.

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Silver Street Waiting to turn Green 3-25-13-013Real

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Many views, same vision stories real and surreal. Essays and poems life mine a metaphor for the times. Walkins Glen Festival, Dance, Theater, People, The Muse, Figures, The War, Recession, Revitalization, Love, Woodstock Nation, The Draft, Train Travel, seeing pondering commenting. Many images one identity.  

enjoy pjc

Photographic Art Thoughts about me and by me

 

The Seventies or for Those of us Who Didn’t Disco “The 60’s” Version 2

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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.

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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

November 3rd the Life of an Artist and a Free Print.

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Contest is over. Spend a moment with the images and thoughts.

Since my senior year at Coventry High I have lived life as an artist, seeing, pondering, communicating with visual words and verbal images.

SCAN0100 Ss15 sat+25 Cnst60 Drk25 Westford Vt 70sEarly travels to N.Vt a friends old house. An ad in Burlington Free Press a model to create emotions. Ad read call after 10 am, at 8:30 we took the phone off the hook 75 calls and I had booked Christine [funny I can’t remember names but 42 Years later hers pops right into my head] at 5-10 with expressive eyes the session produced wonder. Image made on Kodachrome.

bw-fine-CoseyBeachAmuseisborn-definedBut before Christine the muse was born on Cosey Beach E. Haven on my daily beach walk I found this young women we talked I created. We became friends and worked together a few more times. 1971 or ’72 I realized I could mirror my soul through a muse. 

DSC_0003 S15 B-3 Drk40 Cnst+60 8-15-15The road wasn’t always smooth often feeling as old as my Beetle Bug I plugged along too often needing a mechanic [Doctor] to keep me running. The Muse sometimes a women, sometimes a flower but The Muse is me.

TheKinksRayDaviesPreludetodemonAlcohol-1-31-77-36There were some Kinks along the way Ray here doing an intro to Demon  Alcohol drinking a Heineken, “Sad memories I can’t recall.” Dance, theater performing arts the muse moved. Time, space reflections real, surreal, abstraction and identity joined the muse in the dance of youth and creation.           enjoy pjc

Photographic Art  In the late 90’s I chanced to meet The Muse at lunch mid afternoon by 10am the next morning we were in my studio for two years we worked many times. It was always magic.

 

The Contest for a free print is over.