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Erik grew up in Columbus, Ohio, but currently lives in Chicago. He warmly believes beauty resides in the near, the far, the light, the dark, the easy, as well as the hard.

Take a seat behind Erik’s eyes,

And read what makes him fly.

The inspiration behind Erik’s works in his words, “Photography is a separate world that I can enter. I can create something that has meaning to myself and opens the minds of others. I want someone to look at my work and think. Not only do I want it to be aesthetically pleasing. I want others to take a glimpse into another mind. These images give me a feeling of comfort. I want to be able to take a step back and realize what’s inside that rectangle hole.

Trying to find something to shoot isn’t what I’m going for; I’m edging towards creating a feeling of excitement and imagination. I want to take these simplistic things and force them to feel released onto the page. Take them out of their world and give them a new way of being viewed.

Displaying these images is something I didn’t need to think about. If I’m shooting simple, why not present simple? So I did just that. I like the idea of being able to approach these images and not be afraid of what you see but wonder why its there….”

erik’s blog

(photographs in this post taken by Erik Ciccarelli)

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And my arms are like a windmill while the breeze propels me around
Helping me climb steep hills towards the wind chime’s perfect sound

(windmill in denmark; photo taken by dylan allread)

Scandinavia is the weakness
Charge them for the delinquents
Sailing for the seven wonders
And all the world’s other secrets
Scandinavia was the spark plug
Asked so many questions
Pulled the trigger
And now I’m searching for the answers

Scandinavia, look what you have done
You were just supposed to be a holiday destination
Scandinavia, look what you have done
You and all your perfections
Scandinavia, look what you have done now

I’m standing in a crowd
Looking up
The steep edge of a fjord
How am I sup –
Posed to move forward
Without looking down
On the congested roads below
Sorry for the straight face
I don’t know
Whether to smile or frown
The closest I’ve been to this altitude
I was in a skyscraper downtown
When I was laughing
Like I had seen a clown
I got too happy I cried
When I was turned down
Everywhere I applied
Sigh, it pounded the eardrums
That was what I needed
Music to the ears
But at first I didn’t like the sound
Until a few times through
I grew to love the album
Cause now I know
I can turn the wheel
I can turn it all around
Control the outcome
I went to Scandinavia
To find the holder of my crown
Now that I have it
Where to now

Scandinavia is the weakness
Charge them for the delinquents
Sailing for the seven wonders
And all the world’s other secrets
Scandinavia was the spark plug
Asked so many questions
Pulled the trigger
And now I’m searching for the answers

Scandinavia, look what you have done
You were just supposed to be a holiday destination
Scandinavia, look what you have done
You and all your perfections
Scandinavia, look what you have done now

I can’t imagine a week
Without an end
When there are no days
To lay and vent
The frustrations
Of back and forth
Same old stuff on every station
Scanning for a fix
I told you I liked to listen
But what is this
Tell me something
That I’ll roll the volume loud
Standing ovate
Cracks on the eggs
I liked the early 90s
When everyone was proud
But I’m with the many types of peoples
Floating around up and about
In a hot air balloon
On the road
Touring the many moons
We’re at the fork
To fake and truth
But we’re headed back
Cause we couldn’t choose
We’re losing fuel
And even brilliant stars hit the roof
I swear we’ll miss
Taking pictures in the phone booth
I swear we’ll make
A new crater soon
Whether it’s fake or truth
Fate soothes

Scandinavia is the weakness
Charge them for the delinquents
Sailing for the seven wonders
And all the world’s other secrets
Scandinavia was the spark plug
Asked so many questions
Pulled the trigger
And now I’m searching for the answers

Scandinavia, look what you have done
You were just supposed to be a holiday destination
Scandinavia, look what you have done
You and all your perfections
Scandinavia, look what you have done now

thank kevin for compiling the quotes

“For a creative writer possession of the ‘truth’ is less important than emotional sincerity.” – George Orwell

“Every generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before it, and wiser than the one that comes after it.” – George Orwell

AND a riddle..
“Why is a raven like a writing desk” – Mad Hatter

“Because it can produce a few notes, though they are very flat; and it is never put with the wrong end in front!”. This, however, is merely an afterthought; the Riddle as originally invented, had no answer at all.” – Lewis Carroll

Mixed rain came today
I watched the fake ducks
In the pond freeze over
In the disdain of the grey

While we march to the light
We march to the dark
We are seconds from the bright
Where are the open arms

No matter our size
No matter our might
It feels so heavy
Heavy, heavy times
Too weak, too strong
Heavy, heavy times
Too wet, too dryyyy
Heavy, heavy times

I flipped the switch
The light bulb flickered
Then went out
I yelled in the ear
The light bulb flickered
Then went out
I waved above the eyes
The light bulb flickered
And went out, went out, went out
Sorry for my behavior
From the mouth
Nothing came out
From the mouth
Nothing but doubt
Sorry, sorry, sorry
For what I couldn’t shouuuut

The clouds see foggy
Could you turn on the lights
The clouds see foggy
We take our sights
For minor heights
The clouds see foggy
We have glass
If it cracks, haziness shakes our house
And the clouds see foggy
We’re lucky we’re bright enough
To shine through the night
While the clouds see foggy
Foggy, Foggy

I daydream of nightmares
As I roll – n – lay
In the meadows of failures and miracles
I’m tired of the warm rays
I’m shaking in cold shivers
Scared of the norm
Confused of what I infinitely hold
And I’m a little bored
Things have happened so fast, gone so slow
My alarm is quiet, getting louder with each echo
And bees are migrating towards me in a swarm
I feel in danger
Protect me from being caught
In the safety nets

No matter our size
No matter our might
It feels so heavy
Heavy, heavy times
Too weak, too strong
Heavy, heavy times
Too wet, too dryyyy
Heavy, heavy times

I covered the idea in dirt
The bulb flickered
Then wilted gone
I watered the earth
The bulb flickered
Then wilted gone
I parted away the branches and the leaves for more light, bright sun
The bulb flickered
And wilted, wilted, wilted gone
Sorry for my behavior
From my mouth
Nothing came out
From my mouth
Nothing but doubt
Sorry, sorry, sorry
For what I couldn’t shouuuut

The clouds see foggy
Could you turn on the lights
The clouds see foggy
We take our sights
For minor heights
The clouds see foggy
We have glass
If it cracks, haziness shakes our house
And the clouds see foggy
We’re lucky we’re bright enough
To shine through the night
While the clouds see foggy
Foggy, Foggy

Everyday I converse
With natives and foreigners
Today I saw a Hearse
While I toke the smoke
From a cigar
A mom was stoked
Her newborn was delivered
And that kid’s going to make it far
Everest, he’ll be Sherpa hard
It’s sad some are
Lemmings, lemons like cars
And that life’s not the like of golf
Who, ever shoots for under par
I know I grew up
Sleeping below glow – in – the – dark stars
Next to a dream catcher
So I could finger pick
Nightmares when I wanted a scare
Candles lit with wavering wicks
I learned it’s hard to beat a hare
Unless you’re a tortoise
Moving along to a slow and steady noise
Cause there are accidental collisions
Intersections of missions
Girls and boys
There is light and dark
Diamonds and hearts
Whispers or rhetoric
A divided world
Life, it’s all poetic

I can’t believe
You’re asking me
But I guess for you
I’ll be that one
When you’re a kid
Helping you up after falls
I’ll be that one
When you’re a lost soul
Helping you find the waterfalls
I’ll be that one
When others say you’re crazy
Running with you down the halls
I’ll be that one
At your beck – n – call
Cause I like when you shine like the sun
I liked it so much when you won
So beckon or call
I’ll be there
At your beck – n – call

This decade feels good
Even after two thousand nine
The year of travel
Over Longitude
And Latitude Lines
Where I went
NYC, Tahoe, OKC and Steamboat Springs
First Class to Paris
Lost in the Louvre
Found the Lion at Duomo in Milan
I hopped train – cars to car – less towns
Skied the Swiss Alps
With views better than Aspen
Homage to Lucerne, Zurich and Interlaken
A Long weekend in B.A., S.A.
Buenos Dias
Overnight to Oslo
On the Flamsbana after a voyage
Through the fjords
To the fisherman’s town, Bergen
There were more cities
And towns in between
It was good while it lasted
But stand-by flights R.I.P.
Rest in Peace Two Thousand Nine

I grew up going to bed
To stories laced with thunder pounds
And lightning bolt electric shocks
Light switch, light bulbs in thought clouds
Value rests within the rhymes
Like the drops of rain
Pouring through my veins
Value rested in those times
Like sox under shoes that shine
I’m grinning like a couple
Wine and dines
On the Day of Saint Valentines
Cause what I got in my pock
Ets worth more than all of Fort Knox
Gold blocks and diamond rocks
And that girl
Is ill – er than chicken pox
Her beauty is all natur – al
She’s a Lady, Garth phrases a fox
She trots and cooks like Martha
Has my eyes spinning like hands
Game over, zeros on both shot clocks
While others looking wack on that Botox

People speak with praise
Saying this and that
Hells yeah, you’re the coolest cat
Cause there is nothing
I’ve never done
Being free for me is Eas – E
So my golden gun is just for show
The clip is empt – E
Cause all I know
I don’t need bullets to glow
Everything I do is well done
But I don’t need the E
Pouring Dom Perignon
Like it’s Mumms
People call me the Don
And they’re all after my crumbs

Knowledge is like the corn
Growing on the infinite farms
And I’m walking down the rows
Scaring all the crows
Sins can be for a good cause
Adding up like karma
Cause gold comes after dents
No matter thy dharma
I’m going Zen for Lent
For another sense
Cause I don’t have
The cents or dollars
Nothing’s better than being pro
Act – ive instead of passive
Don’t be alarmed
Knowledge means no harm
Asterisk or a comma
Never trust a creature of the night
An owl’s not defined Dalai Llama
Cause Lollipops are still thick
After countless licks
Just ask Wonka
Your teeth will grow thin
After endless sins
And I like your smile
Like you’re about to win
Two thumbs and a ten
Sign my dreams
In a bluesy ink pen

People speak with praise
Saying this and that
Hells yeah, you’re the coolest cat
Cause there is nothing
I’ve never done
Being free for me is Eas – E
So my golden gun is just for show
The clip is empt – E
Cause all I know
I don’t need bullets to glow
Everything I do is well done
But I don’t need the E
Pouring Dom Perignon
Like it’s Mumms
People call me the Don
And they’re all after my crumbs

Work at night
Doesn’t seem right
So jump aboard this flight
F.I.S.H. we’re Pisces
Flying in style honey
F.I.S.H. we’re fishes
And this apple we’ll bite
Like Piranhas that don’t fight
Pals, no blood, no foul
The concrete’s slick
Simon says with a howl
Words that depict
Some are shallow
Some are hollow
Stars are sticky
Stars are tricky
Like eating a melted mallow
I growl while thinking
I dread to follow
So I go head first
Prowl thru trees over dirt
Like it’s a path of stacked karats
And I have thoughts
On my shirt, I wear it
Building blocks of bricks
My heart’s cemented strong
I’ve never been prouder
And I’m no coward
Ask those I shared my fifth with at Howard
I don’t do it for the power
I do it cause as a kid
Hours tasted sweet or sour
Beautiful, life blooms like a flower

People speak with praise
Saying this and that
Hells yeah, you’re the coolest cat
Cause there is nothing
I’ve never done
Being free for me is Eas – E
So my golden gun is just for show
The clip is empt – E
Cause all I know
I don’t need bullets to glow
Everything I do is well done
But I don’t need the E
Pouring Dom Perignon
Like it’s Mumms
People call me the Don
And they’re all after my crumbs

i posted several quotes, that i hold close, on here the other day and was asked to continue to do so by kevin mccoy. kevin and i grew up in akron together and he’s been a long time friend. since it was his idea, i am letting him pick the quotes from now on…there will be a quote post at least once a week.

“and i have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us” – khalil gibran from the madman: his parables and poems

“art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life” – picasso