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Photography is not an art. Neither is painting, nor sculpture, literature or music. They are only different media for the individual to express his aesthetic feelings. You do not have to be a painter or a sculptor to be an artist. You may be a shoemaker. You may be creative as such. And, if so, you are a greater artist than the majority of the painters whose work is shown in the art galleries of today.

—Alfred Stieglitz

I am not a photographer. I just happen to have a camera. This camera aids me in expressing what I believe is beautiful. My idea of beauty is definitely not yours. It may be something you find pleasing though.

By all accounts, I am a failure in the eyes of the world. I don’t get published. I don’t get exhibited. I’ve won no awards. I am not in demand. The photos I take are merely stashed into this repository of little dreams. It is enough for me. Yet, it is not enough for my Maker.

Every time I shrink back, something pushes me forward. When I am discouraged, spectacular lights pierce through the darkness in my soul. I would rather run with blinded eyes that I may not see the perilous path ahead.

That is why I know. 

An artist makes sense of his surroundings. He opens the eyes of his heart. While others pursue worldly riches and acclaim, he is content with what is revealed to him. It is not easy to forsake devotion. We are all consecrated for something.

Paul makes bones. What would you call him then?

(Source: edricchen)