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A valiant attempt has been made to fight off art block and depression , and my (victim) subject of choice is: my latest fixation for martial arts. (Warning: none of these poses is accurate, I gave myself creative freedom to fuck around with them.)
I wanted to dedicate myself to something that I had no investment in, put no pressure on myself for and I could accept turning out as ugly and unfinished as I felt like. So, here you have it.
Might or might not do a whole series of this, I still don't know. I'm trying not to push myself right now to recharge.