Peter J. Crowley

Fine Art Photographer

Wim Wenders and Me

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Recently read an article in The Guardian about Wim Wenders Polaroids. His thoughts on the Art Photography Genre rang true they could be my words.  “The culture has changed. It has all gone. I really don’t know why we stick to the word photography any more. There should be a different term, but nobody cared about finding it.”
“It’s not just the meaning of the image that has changed – the act of looking does not have the same meaning. Now, it’s about showing, sending and maybe remembering. It is no longer essentially about the image. The image for me was always linked to the idea of uniqueness, to a frame and to composition. You produced something that was, in itself, a singular moment. As such, it had a certain sacredness. That whole notion is gone.” That was my world and will continue to be it isn’t the problem of the copiers of things in front of them it is my problem for being unable to accept content and quantity as the new normal. Technically excellent void of emotion “What program did you use”? peace pjc 

Margo Knis Dance Ensemble Marlboro Ct. 1977

Layered Life Norwich Ct 2002

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Photographic Art, film, thought, nuance, metaphor my program.

An Afternoon Walk in Seattle

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Dilated and dizzy I hit the streets of Seattle after Eye Institute visit.

Off to the oldest Chinese Restaurant in the International District. Tai Tung where owner Harry Chan visited our table when I asked about the Black and White photos from 1982, Children in San Francisco’s Chinatown. The work was very good and I left a note with Harry for the photographer. The food was excellent.

Two men in a street Public Parklet and one eating dinner inside.

International “Layered Life”

Street Lamps

At a red light in Georgetown.

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More Layered Life.

Print Sale support my art. 

May Twenty Fifth 2001 Around My Neighborhood

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2001 a very creative year feeling at home in Norwich a stroll with bricks, texture,  humanity. B+W HP5 warmed here with a touch of sepia, warm the way I felt this May day a couple months into my new residence.

Restoration or rubble the fate of  The Wauregan was the downtown lightning rod.

The Golden Hour on Main.

An empty building on Franklin I would walk by on the way to Delia’s or KCs. I rarely didn’t stop to look my imagination seeing past life’s. What did time do to empty this granite foundation? 

Chestnut St. just beyond ArtSpace the repetition is all about the light. But isn’t everything about the light.

A bit of Layered Life on Franklin.

Art? Are documentary images art? It depends on what you put in the image, not composition or cropping but emotion yourself . Were you there in a fleeting moment seeing subjects on to the next shot seeking cool. Or were you there in the moment looking inward putting yourself into the emotion seeing beyond subjects to soul.

peace pjc

More home images.