Peter Ciccariello

By way of introduction, I am a visual artist and writer that is currently experimenting with digital still imagery and the synthesis of the image and the written word.

 Using a number of 3D and Graphics programs, My work is an inquiry about layered perception. More specifically it is about the space between the layers, the unbreachable distance between one thing and another.

These images are journaled in the sense that the objects are 3D modeled after personal items in my home and immediate environment. These objects are then textured using my own digital photographs; painters palettes, kitchen floors, found rust, an unexplainable set of clouds, the underside of an old wooden box. The resulting images are an amalgam of private and personal visual memories, symbols, and metaphors, part real, part illusion, part digital render, part drawing, part photograph.

I am here because this is where the conversation is. This is the Digital Life.

ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/

EXPERIMENTAL PHOTOGRAPHS - http://uncommonvision.blogspot.com/

POETRY AND IMAGE POEMS - http://poemsfromprovidence.blogspot.com/

Comments

[Millie Niss]

I looked at your Poems from Providence blog, so aptly named "Hope Street." I used to live in Providence (as a Brown grad student and for some years after I quit), and I still have positive feelings about the place...

Have you seet the cartoon which says "Providence: Where Friendship is a one-way street. Some of us live on Power, but most of us live off Hope..."? (For non Providence people: this is a pun on street names.) I used to live off Hope (in both senses of the word)...

I once went to a reading by the Brown Creative Writing department, and I though some of it a bit silly (like hypertext stuff). I had no idea I'd eventually be making hypertext and other electronoic writing...

Millie

[Peter Ciccariello]

Yes Millie, I’ve seen that cartoon. Providence can be a wonderfully bewitching city at times. This is my second time living here, separated by thirty years and several different lives.

-Peter