Rain today here in Ct postpones Hollywood at Boojumhaus till next Sat. evening.
My muse of two or more years. It is always the eyes that separate art from glamour. These eyes tell the story and explore the soul of the artist. Her eyes are my eyes, my eyes are hers, speaking volumes to those who listen.
Inspiration and creation, the muse is both sometimes she is a women, sometimes not. Working with a muse that is a women is a very intimate experience.
Sometimes you know right away that the connection is right, again it is the eyes they speak and dance in a language that only you can hear it is magic! We work, talk, laugh and the time disappears. She is a mirror of my reason for creating, an alphabet for me to comment with, we dance this creative minuet both thinking we are in control both knowing that neither of us is, there is only the moment it is brief, lasting forever.
There is more to come here including thoughts from The Muse, I hope to find others thoughts also on their creative muses. As I said the muse isn’t always a women or even a person. It is creation, it is thought, it is emotion. Comments are encouraged I don’t want to write to myself.
Share some creation. enjoy pjc
I’ve been in Norwich for 5 plus years and watched as downtown has changed. There were up time and down times. This image is of a fire escape on The Alice a restored building on Main Street. Empty for the first 4 years it now is active with tenants. I often am accused of having a negative outlook. [no pun intended] As I look at this building some days I feel the stairs are going up sometimes down. This is the second old struggling City for me in the last twelve years the first produced a book. What Norwich will yield is still on the stairs unsure of whether the stairs are going up or down. Which way do you see the stairway going?
Many walks many fine destinations or just walks. A first book solidifying direction.
Brattleboro alluring on so many levels
Brattleboro oh how I loved you from afar sunny warm afternoons occasional morning light I was tempted but you had a cold side that my body and soul could not abide. Image thoughts added 2-28-16 as I edit images.
Willimantic, Norwich, Brattleboro, The first two I’ve lived in and worked on the “arts” led revitalization. Brattlboro is that the next stop? As a frequent visitor since mid summer I have been documenting my visits or a better way of putting it is I have been creating self portraits of a small city. Self portraits of the way I want to see America and the world heading. I’ll be back in Brattlboro again tomorrow looking for America, and that dream that I learned in school as a kid.