All the photos can be seen @ www.tonypowell.smugmug.com in the Abstract Gallery
As I was driving home from Donovan House on 14th street just before midnight last night, a glint of neon caught my eye, and like a tractor beam, I felt an overwhelming urge to turn the car around and make some sense out of the cacophony of colors and angles found in a sculpture outside the HR-57 Jazz Club. I can only imagine what I must’ve looked like getting out of my car in the middle of the night to photographically survey a piece of art amidst patrons eating and drinking on the club’s outdoor patio. Oh well! It was as though the sculpture was asking to be re-interpreted via another media, as though an unfinished dialog needed to be scripted.