Every scene has a story to tell. Every story has a personality of its own. No matter how small the subject, each one cries for attention. I want to give them a chance to be heard.
The first of two themes in my work is “Quiet Strength.” Humility is not weakness and bullying does not equate to strength. The second theme is “Dark Light.” The war rages inside of every human being with the winner being determined by the choices we make. I only hope we choose wisely.
-Eric Christopher Jackson
Eric Christopher Jackson is a Photographic Artist and Creative Writer in Northern Florida. After graduating from The Art Institute of California – Orange County in 2011, he detoured from the Commercial Field to pursue a Career in the Art Industry. Inspired by Fine Art, Interior Design, and Cinematography, Eric began to build a Portfolio of Contemporary Fine Art Photography. Subjects captured vary including Nature, Still Life, and Automobiles.
Eric’s Writing features Poetry, Short Stories, and Screenplays. In 2011, he wrote the Student Film entitled, “No Fear,” upon entering the Azusa Pacific University 48-Hour Film Festival. The improvisation by the Cast and Crew added to the success of the Story Concept. The Film received the First Place, Best Actor, and Best Actress Awards.
His first Collection of Poetry, “The Beginning of Me”, is featured on the cover of the November 2013 Issue of Publisher’s Weekly Select. On November 26, 2013, he was selected as one of the Featured Authors of the Week on BookWooks.com
In 2016, Eric’s Photograph entitled, “Rest,” was entered into The Artbox.Projects Competition. Curators selected the piece as one of the three Finalists, which earned an exhibition space at Spectrum: Miami 2016. Attendees were given an opportunity to Vote for their favorite Finalist Artwork. Highly contested, his Artwork was chosen as the Winner, which led to the inclusion of Eric’s Work in International Group Exhibitions in 2017.
My life has always been a mixture of art & writing. I remember being a six-year-old kid trying to build a fortress out of wooden ABC blocks. My mom eventually let me graduate to construction blocks, like Legos, yet, you lock them together with a plastic screwdriver. I took the simplest form one could make and memorized how to put it together apart from the directions.
I’d read simple stories of my favorite cartoon heroes and imagined how I would lay out my own story for their journey. Optimus Prime. Lion-O. Matchbox cars. Always an adventure playing in my mind.
Yet, over time, the little kid was lost. Buried, perhaps, and all of these dreams drifted away. Years went by like seconds and I found myself nowhere near where i thought I’d be several years before. I began to wonder: Have I run out of time to rekindle the spirit of a curious little boy?
The answer is up to me. So, I began to write poetry, trying to figure out where I got lost along the way. I bought myself a DSLR camera as well, capturing the scenes that interested me. I took a liking to movies, marveling at how they combined words and pictures into a cohesive story. I visited art galleries, again, wondering how stories are told through paintings, sculpture, and photography.
The questions became: Where is my life through it all? Where am I supposed to be? ‘Which path should I choose?’ as I recalled days of learning the basics of piano. I wanted to try everything with the resources to try very little.
Still, one poem after the other, one photograph after the next, the cloudy veil over my eyes is less dense as I navigate through this. Searching for the missing person, the heart of the child I used to be. -ecj