Dear friend,

Are you complacent in your photography and life? Or will you fight reality, carve out your own reality with your camera knife?

You only have one life.

Why waste it being complacent?

Don’t you want to make photos amazing?

Don’t you want to soar to your own creative heaven,

To take your potential, and crank it to 11?

Your creative bread is currently unleavened.
You need to knead your own photo dough.

You also need to overthrow
Your own oppressive, complacent photo mind.
Know your photo eye is divine,
Avoid gear acquisition syndrome, and the blinding lights of the photo industry.
Just keep watering your creative curiosity, and you’ll never go thirsty.

Why do you lack belief in self?
Why don’t you stand strong to your creative vision?
Never melt.

Keep your teeth secured to your serpentine belt,
Always latch onto yourself, you don’t need nobody else.

Complacency is death
Complacency is losing your creative breath.

But how do you keep on breathing,
And believing
In yourself?

My suggestion: fuck the opinions of everyone else.

You need to be a bit insane
Even Aristotle said every genius had a touch of madness
So believe in yourself, and your personal badness.
Creatively be lavish
Invest in yourself
And experiment.
Make your own cool creative coin, make it mint.

Your creativity is your entire life, not just a weekend stint.
Keep filling your mind with helium; creative blimp.

My photo god is Josef Koudelka: a man who never stopped innovating
Who kept on shooting
And elevating
His creative vision
He’s the Jesus of photography; creatively risen.

I also love Richard Avedon,
Who shot all his subjects against a simple white backdrop,
Monochrome bliss, ain’t no blue and blond.

Know that your best photos can be shot on your own lawn.
The grass is greener on your side.
Be your own harshest self-critic, and ignore the whines
Of the photo critics and commentators
You’re riding on your on creative elevator
You control your own destiny, ignore the complainers.

Be a creative monster,
Ugly and deranged
But at least you are yourself,
You are not the same.

BE STRONG,
ERIC

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