
The boxing boys mirror each other. Their moves are the same. One is neither better nor stronger. They are light on their feet and playful; they are One. (11 x 13)
I see, sketchbook in hand. Gestures, costumes, energy, light and form unfold, moving through me to paper. Later, I recompose the images with color and sometimes, the stamps inherited from my father.
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