Spilt Milk 1995
From art to news feature I dance through the 70’s models, weathered wood, entry ways. Abstraction and the 80’s the figure and the flower motion and emotion more dance and more dance. The Theater, Opera, Dance “All the Usual Subjects” everyday is art and I dance to music I can see, just me and motion/emotion. 2001 a new city to create in the Overture is loud exciting but too much repetition. 2003 trauma and the music is softer, confused random notes float by with no connection to past or future just NOW. Technology is NOW yesterday is so yesterday. Auto everything 00101110 all problems solved with HTML. 2011 Major trauma the music is silent two years later there is short tunes and notes of the past sometimes bring me into focus. The Dance of the Muse needs more volume, more harmony not just quick. There is no harmony in a text message or little humanity just Now. Top image is Conn. College Dance, next image a Red Sunflower digital is from the 17th of August so yesterday. I’ll like to hear the Muse in a long focused tune of images, a project a theme.
Keep listening I tell myself the music is not over. peace pjc
Party by the Ct. River While You Ruin your Liver LOL
A few quiet images in the late sun while not bothering my Liver.
A village of Mushrooms flourish in the knot of a tree. Sort of a fantasy village where one would expect to find a Hobbit.
On the east side of the river the setting sun rakes through the trees at the golden hour.
The hat scarf and eyes were also beautiful during the golden hour. There were lots of people there having a great time myself included. But the golden hour and
bright eyes and of course my mind went to the light. enjoy pjc
Sept First Solo Show of my Work.