Without my eye I’m in the gutter
And without my mind I cannot see
Pick up the lens and press the shutter
Shoot what I love, what I perceive
Without the heart there is no story
And without the story I’m horrified
My imagination, my laboratory
Then work it over, ’till I’m satisfied
Before I came, I was nothing
And without production I can’t live
I show the world I amount to something
This is my work, my narrative
I’ve woken up, I’m here forever
And I do these cycles all the time
Explained for you, it’s for my pleasure
That’s why I wrote this dirty rhyme!
Why do you even try to stop me?
From doing things I need to do?
Get out the way of this tsunami
And give me credit when its due
Every one of my creations
They are something to behold
No fears or doubts, nor hesitations
I’m breaking through my threshold.
- Why Photography?
- My life is about to change
- Photographers Interview
- Photographer’s Interview Part II
- Photographs which should have been.
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