LETTER FROM THE EDITOR: Don’t Box me in an Atom Box

Boxes, poxes and more poxes of boxes. Please no box, I’m done box. I don’t want to be in a box. Why does everything we do need a label box? A box for this, a box for that, a pox, a box on your house. Specificity down to the boxatomic level. Why can’t I be Aleks box, and you be you box, Jimbo Box, Bob Box, Sally Box, Dana Box or Bruce Box? I don’t wanna be a box box, and neither does the art that we create only to be suppressed by flox.

I am not a digital creator box. I loathe this word with the passion of a thousand suns. The photos we make together don’t have to have a purpose box. Sometimes it’s just nice to enjoy the beauty captured in that moment, and not necessary for a thousand other uses box. Commercial sure, I get that, but portraits, that’s the soul and there is no box for that. That being said, don’t put me in the Artist Box. 

I’m, (you are), whatever you/I choose to be that day. I may make photos today, play with an orchestra
tomorrow, curate and design a magazine next week, make the best coffee on planet Earth, (try me, I dare you) but that depends on the day, the mood, and a myriad of other things that life box throws at me/us. But this box thing is for the box birds. 

You need KARJAKA? You got KARJAKA, for boxes better or worse. So please, no more boxes. Now excuse me while while I adjourn myself to my studio box.  

Aleksandr Karjaka
Aleksandr Karjakahttp://karjaka.com
Aleksandr Karjaka came to New York for the music, but stayed for the visuals. As a classically trained musician, he’s had the honor of performing with some of the greatest musicians, and artistic houses, in the world. Often quoted as "Listening through his eyes." he's photographed the lives and stories of thousands of artists of all fields over the years. Here are their KARJAKA portraits.

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