I used to wander this path back and forth to coffee, now I wander through an abstract studio cluttered with images of forgotten thoughts. What I’m looking for I’m not sure but if it is here it won’t be found. Over 140 characters nuff said. pjc
Summer 2004
Better days in Galilee I am Arnold’s walking easel. I shoot color for him to paint from and B+W for myself. The smell of the docks the honest working faces of the fishing fleet. Warm breezes of creativity waft off the bay feeding my soul. enjoy pjc
Changes are in the wind, with the ability to make new prints of the past six years I will seek to inspire and survive but I won’t continue to speak to myself so when you find me here posing a question answer it. Photographic Art isn’t the 800 cell phone images of your new puppy or lunch. It is communication and perhaps I will unplug and talk only to faces and eyes that respond?
The Eighties
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