Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Antiques and Stuff for the sake of stuff.

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The old, Gallery on the Green Columbia Ct. I had a show there in a past life. Neal asked me as he looked at the catalog “if every image is untitled why do they all have names?” I told him they were nicknames some images just were called things usually by friends and they stuck. Plus people really like names it helps them compartmentalize their stuff.



The new a case of irony as the image here is digital, new shot of antiques. Some collect Antiques and decorate or enhance there old colonials with them to keep the feeling of a period long past. Some just one or two pieces pasted down from family a more emotional memory of someone from their family. There are collectors who love a style or who hope to turn a profit. Then there are those who just buy for the sake of buying who make no distinction of what to buy, for the climax is the purchase followed by short period of cuddling showing off their new purchase then off to the storage unit. Me I mostly watch I have a few collections, Tin Boxes, Art Deco Glass, Art, Baseball Cards. Place holders of memory scattered about with little decorative panache. Some days I think of selling some of these collections, mostly dark cold days. I create collections, emotional moments of time, past, present and future. Sometimes the line between the past and the future is intentionally blurred to encourage contemplation to layer life in a metaphoric time machine. Today the sun shines and a warm spring day beckons me to travel an old road without destination for it is the journey one learns most from, “Somewhere between here and there.” That’s where you will find me. enjoy pjc

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Winter to spring, What is most valuble?

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Winter is reality and summer just a mannequin.


As the temperatures rise [we can only hope] and the dollar falls I ponder what is it that is of value? Friends of course lead my list. But beyond friends as an Artist I look at what other people put value on? Of course there are your tools and materials. But what else is there “Time!” How do others value the time of an Artist? I ponder how an Artist is defined in this new global world? Certainly not as a profession for a profession is defined by “Billable Hours.” Is it technique? Tools? Mega Pixels? Something you do on the side to give back to the community? Or perhaps Community Service after you have stolen the future of the elderly, the poor and the children of the world. What is the value of time? What defines an artist? Just a couple of light hearted musings on a cold February morning. enjoy pjc

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Boarding in Albuquerque on The Southwest Chief

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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.
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