Figure Studies

A Muse Dances Through My Studio

08.31.2016 by Peter J. Crowley // Leave a Comment

2001 A Wood Nymph floats through a white environment.

2016 A new muse. 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.

2001 Eyes and smiles Pirouette through the highlights and shadows.

The soul of an artist is etched by the eyes in the negatives a thesaurus of emotions.

Many years, many Muses some pass through my life briefly a spark a highlight and gone some linger for years and the language of creation expands we speak with a new voice. Shadows, highlights, motion, emotion explored discovered shared. A flower, a stream an old house the muse is youth the muse is me. peace pjc

The Muse of two plus years 200 rolls of film two million moments.

Photographic Art another muse dances through

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06.24.2016 by Peter J. Crowley // 2 Comments

A Life in Photographic Art

Different directions the days and decades offer. Light performing as youth, passion, motion, emotion. Real, surreal, erotic abstracts. Excess where possession replaces passion.

Three Penny Opera at St. Anslem College Summer late '70s — **Three Penny Opera at St. Anslem College summer 70’s**

George Bass Playwright Rites and Reason Brown Univ 80’s

Sometimes a flower is just a flower

Sometimes a metaphor. Life rich, full and fertile.

peace pjc

Photographic Art Abstract The Muse

November 3rd the Life of an Artist and a Free Print.

11.03.2015 by Peter J. Crowley // 2 Comments

Contest is over. Spend a moment with the images and thoughts.

Since my senior year at Coventry High I have lived life as an artist, seeing, pondering, communicating with visual words and verbal images.

Early travels to N.Vt a friends old house. An ad in Burlington Free Press a model to create emotions. Ad read call after 10 am, at 8:30 we took the phone off the hook 75 calls and I had booked Christine [funny I can’t remember names but 42 Years later hers pops right into my head] at 5-10 with expressive eyes the session produced wonder. Image made on Kodachrome.

But before Christine the muse was born on Cosey Beach E. Haven on my daily beach walk I found this young women we talked I created. We became friends and worked together a few more times. 1971 or ’72 I realized I could mirror my soul through a muse.

The road wasn’t always smooth often feeling as old as my Beetle Bug I plugged along too often needing a mechanic [Doctor] to keep me running. The Muse sometimes a women, sometimes a flower but The Muse is me.

There were some Kinks along the way Ray here doing an intro to Demon Alcohol drinking a Heineken, “Sad memories I can’t recall.” Dance, theater performing arts the muse moved. Time, space reflections real, surreal, abstraction and identity joined the muse in the dance of youth and creation. enjoy pjc

Photographic Art In the late 90’s I chanced to meet The Muse at lunch mid afternoon by 10am the next morning we were in my studio for two years we worked many times. It was always magic.

The Contest for a free print is over.