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It’s programmed into our DNA. The fight or flight mechanism. We hear a loud thunderous bang outdoors, the squeal of tire and break pressure, or a child’s cry and we start running. Our minds tell us something is happening, something imminent in the moment is occurring. Drama.

A photograph captures that moment, drama in time. With 20+ years of looking at photographs and I’m still asking myself, “Where’s the action? What’s exciting? Where’s the drama?” There’s nothing worse than having a beautiful subject and moment marred but the overabundance of negative space or noise in the background.

Just get in closer damn it! What do you have to lose? Get tight, and tell me a story that is true and pure. Take a step forward, even a baby step and advance your narrative photographically by cutting out everything which is not the Action.

Crop it in tight with Karjaka.

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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