Fine Art Photographer
Do you live in a house or a home? Simple question or not. Is your decor trendy or just you? Was it trendy during your favorite time of your life? Functional or frivolous? A Lot can be told by your abode, sometimes it is comfort other times it is fashionable but is it you? Identity as avatars and screen names become part of life or do you become your avatar? Some thoughts on identity at link above. enjoy pjc
House
Is there someone there waiting to wag his tale? Home.
Art Deco Lamp
The Last Christmas Ornament
Seasons come and go, in my photographic/metaphoric life there was the season of antiques. Art Deco was a period I studied as I worked for The Wooden Nutmeg. Christmas is a season that changes with age we cling to the warm memories of youth and Santa. Perhaps we now cling to charge cards more than memories hoping we can buy back the magic of youth? enjoy pjc
A couple images from last night or the past. Show runs through February memories and metaphors run on forever.
The Emporium Gallery Opening February Fourth 2010 6pm to 8pm 15 Water Street Mystic Connecticut.
A glimpse of light and emotion from thirty eight years of motion made still. Summer, winter, nature and nudes, real, surreal, a look at my visual journey creating photographic art.
Thank you Cindy and the staff at the Emporium and all the folks who came out in the cold to see my work. Many warm thoughts to Berta and S. L. Johnson, for curating and poster design.
August 27th 6:30am somewhere between Chicago and Erie I join this 72 year old train buff for coffee. He has been taking the train for travel most of his life and has been on almost every route Amtrak offers. Fully immersed in the culture of the rails yet still with a child like fascination of all that presents itself through the window. The clock on his hat works which I think is cool. We talk seeking similarities, finding he grew up in Connecticut and worked for The Bridgeport Post and other prints shops. Retired to Az. he is on his way to a sixty year reunion of workers from a YMCA camp. What a different look at relationships forged in the middle of the last century to relationships of today. Friendships nurtured over decades, working for the same company for your entire career. From seed to sapling to giant Oak drawing strength from your neighbors who’s parents were the Oaks that have lived next to you for generations. No genetically engineered acorns here just a forest of humanity sharing the the seasons of life.
December first I was back in Manchester New Hampshire to pick up work from The Darkroom Gallery. Last time it was Rita Mae’s for lunch, this trip we went to The Red Arrow Diner where the food was grand and the ambiance heartened you back to the middle of the last century when the The Diner was king. No placing your order to the plastic clown as you drove through, no here you spoke with a waitress who could suggest what you may like and still have room for a huge piece of pie. There is neon, Naugahyde stools to spin on shinny steal walls. The Red Arrow is a visual time machine for this artist whose work is very reflective, comparative to then and now, perhaps a bit romantic. Well maybe it is the end of the year or the snowy afternoon but a little pondering of life’s choices and the speed of today vs contemplation of the past, hope you enjoyed today’s passionate observations. enjoy pjc
