Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Studio Photos

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Bolton Lake Ct. the 80’sWillimantic Ct. 1996 a very productive period. 

The Muse a chance meeting in Paradise at lunch. Next morning the Studio on Bellevue and years of sessions. Hundreds  of images many never printed or scanned. Reaching into my 80th decade they may be lost. 

Working with a single person repeatedly you may think is repetitious boring. But no way each session was new with wonderful moments each a highlight. Thoughts about our work, hers and mine.  

Here a test with Ilford SFX a film that can feel like IR but more controllable in exposure and process.

Here I show studio work with women, motion emotion, eyes. I’m asked why no men? Seinfeld said men’s bodies are utilitarian but that isn’t it at all men’s walls are thick rarely are their souls within reach. Women have been celebrated throughout time in art. Yes there was David but in my life he is almost impossible to find and I wonder if Leonardo worked with a camera what would David’s eyes say. 

peace pjc 

Then and Now 1999 and Last Sunday

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Norwich Summer 2002 “Hey Mister take our picture.”

A summer shower Tumwater Sept 2019

A Victorian moment New London Ct January 1999 from a series of Victorian/Art Deco images.

Olympia August 9th 2019 learning to convert digital color to B+W. Finding the edge of film.

September 23 from a very short stroll greens turn to burnt umbras. 

September 2019 Old and new some color lingers to greet Autumn.

Abstract The Muse Norwich Studio 2001 

peace pjc 

A few more of them Muse and others from a winter 2018 sale. Want one? $60.00

The Circle Gets Smaller 9-23-19 I Still Seek and See Highlights

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Wednesday 9/18, Thursday 9/17 1.5 blocks away. Yesterday 9/22 just twenty five yards, flowers dying, summer fades I want more sun, more time to linger stroll to see and shoot but winter beckons. 

Childhood a dream a memory.

Art and food at my house July 4th 2019. Now it slowly dies. Still harvesting Broccoli, lettuce, Pumpkins, Peppers and Eight Balls. I wonder how I will close it for the year?

Now the circle is small this from last Thursdays walk one and a half blocks turn around to make it home. 

Sunday it’s 25 yards still finding highlights in fifteen minute strolls that become staggers after a couple of bends to look down to see. Fall is the season, I try not to on route to a chair and oxygen.

Old Port Portland Maine. Early on a summer morning 6:30 coffee in the pocket of my vest, film in three cameras the light is grand. A couple days at the N.E. Artist Congress, dances, music panels discussing the roll artists play. Magic!

TriX and people in my viewfinder mostly memories now. Willimantic good memories I found a Muse we made many moments that last forever.The Muse in my Bellevue Studio.

On what would have  been Rees’s 80th birthday. Sept 2009 he saw me in my studio my world. I find now in Olympia that I had become a studio artist in the last few years in Norwich much more so after the long hospitalization. But by 2012 I was out and about again the road to Carl and Maarit’s a drive with highlights along the way to friends, food and frivolity. Rees took the ride there once with me and was immediately part of the Circle. It was Carl who coined the Metaphor of the circle. I embraced it wrote about and live the circle.

A ray of light visits her circle grows exponentially. Childhood visits through her eyes. I think there is no greater highlight.

 

peace pjc

The Circle and the season