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The Artist’s Oath is a personal commitment to how I show up creatively. It is a reminder to lead with integrity, to resist the pressure to perform, and to make work that reflects truth, not just what gets attention. It is a compass for navigating the tension between expression and permanence, and a way to stay rooted in what matters: presence, process, and purpose, not perfection.
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Eric's BlogThe Artist's Oath
The Artist’s Oath is a personal commitment to how I show up creatively. It is a reminder to lead with integrity, to resist the pressure to perform, and to make work that reflects truth, not just what gets attention. It is a compass for navigating the tension between expression and permanence, and a way to stay rooted in what matters: presence, process, and purpose, not perfection.
Eric's BlogStanford Confirms My Research Findings
AI is changing how people relate to each other at work.
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The story of how I minted art on SuperRare in 2021 while banned.
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Last night, I had the privilege of hanging out with some of my oldest friends.
It’s been ages since I hung out with them, but those friendships have defied the pull of time and distance.
These kinds of connections are rare and sacred.
They remind us of who we were and, in many ways, who we still are.
Spending time with them wasn’t just nostalgic; it was grounding.
Being around them, I felt something I don’t always find in daily life: a space to just be.
No pretenses, no expectations—just an authentic presence with people who truly know me.
Last night, I had the privilege of hanging out with some of my oldest friends.
It’s been ages since I hung out with them, but those friendships have defied the pull of time and distance.
These kinds of connections are rare and sacred.
They remind us of who we were and, in many ways, who we still are.
Spending time with them wasn’t just nostalgic; it was grounding.
Being around them, I felt something I don’t always find in daily life: a space to just be.
No pretenses, no expectations—just an authentic presence with people who truly know me.
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