F R I E N D S
In the continuum of motion. I'd like to introduce you to an extrodinary artist and soul. Giver of life to the rusted and decaying. His name is James Timothy Fry. But his friends like to call him Jimmy Tim.
Initself. Modern Raga. Mike Baas. Spider hands on a Piano. Jovial in company. Musician and Yogi. Multi-instrumentalist, Singer, acoustic guitarist and a classically trained pianist. Reflective songs evoke space and pull at time.
The Principle. Artist, Metaphysical cartographer, Photojournalist for the 5th dimension. "...my dreaming body is my spaceship and spacesuit while my art is my telescope, camera and toolkit I use to take samples for later study." (blog)
The man gregarian. I know of no one more personalable and out going. Which is fitting his life in Japan and it's culture. He popularized making the Peace Sign in all photographs. The one to the right is exceptional for it's lack.
I watched a man die, get up and go home. That was the last time I saw this staggeringly deep soul. A die-hard born agian, J. T. Kelly plays on.
Composer. Evocative original music and sound. Eclectic and multi-faceted Chicago-based multi-keyboardist, composer and teacher.
Politico upstart. Chicago west-side, DC inside. Danaces the bharatanatyam, speaks for green and teaches piano. Oh, and her mom makes the best damn currys.
Synchronaut. Soul Journer. Master companion in all things Life.