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.
