there are days when I sit in the studio... lonely.... needing something... a spark.... a divine inspiration... And then I hear a slight whisper saying, "Look to caleb wilkerson, breathe his work in, bathe in the beauty of his lens." And I do. And the floodgates of creativity open. Little babies begin to smile, somewher… Read more

there are days when I sit in the studio... lonely.... needing something... a spark.... a divine inspiration... And then I hear a slight whisper saying, "Look to caleb wilkerson, breathe his work in, bathe in the beauty of his lens." And I do. And the floodgates of creativity open. Little babies begin to smile, somewhere violins begin to play, the cubs win, all becomes right with the world. That is caleb wilkerson. He is a muse. A creative fairy with wings made of film. (a masculine fairy that you wouldn't want to cross in an alley at night.)