Peter J. Crowley

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

02.13.2016 by Peter J. Crowley // 5 Comments

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

November First, A Day, A Metaphor, Some Color Light, Too Much Darkness

11.02.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 6 Comments

The morning light came and went. Bright spots, dark clouds like my week radical changes often dark. Noon a incredible downpour.

Three pm a breeze sun and rich saturated light. There is a look that follows a Thunder Storm or downpour. Clear yet so much moisture in the air, combined with the late light warm on the kelvin scale.

It is the light, the smell it is Autumn

Just color swatches here not high art just a look at the day. My day seeking bright color at the end of a dark week.

The day mirrors my week. The E.R. on Wed. night. Not able to walk for three days. A friend is gone, my best friend. The call came Sat morning it was not unexpected but I still start to cry Inara rushes to me hugging me so much love, compassion from a child. She takes me through knowing when to play and when to hug. peace pjc

Photographic Art Abstract Nude

Travels, Images, Friends, Art B+W Silver Gelatin.

03.28.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 2 Comments

A visit with Rees, a trip towards Rainier. Silver Gelatin negatives made soon to be scans. A rebirth creating with a 1967 Nikon like the first camera I owned as a first year student at Paier 1971 the feel is the same home comfort creativity. All the new cameras composites Plastic, light convenient, Plastic. Eight, nine pounds of brass and glass forty four years later it is the same, it is right 21 or 65 this is me.

Not Silver Gel. it will take a few days to have scanned. Patience for the creative process but there is the instant gratification image.

Good folks who gave us directions back. No signs for Olympia 30 miles away in Yelm. Well it is only the state capitol.

After a long couple days of travel a nap before Seinfeld.

enjoy pjc

Photographic Art