My father used to ski jump, my mother trained gymnastic. They both flirted with athletics.
Hatching a chick that had other interest was quite boggling to them. I had the feeling they often didn’t know what exactly to do with me and how to guide me. They tried forcing of course. I was enrolled in 2 sports after school activities. It wasn’t that I was bad at it. I didn’t excel either, but what dragged me down is my lack of competition and that I simply found no joy and sense in exercise. I dreaded all group sports. It was like I lacked that primal, aggressive, possessive gene. WIN. You have got to get that ball, you have got to run faster, jump higher, be better and you have got to win!
Yes. Some of you know, I do gym every week. If I behave even 4 times a week. There are actually times where I don’t mind going, when I feel like I belong and at times it is even fun. But sometimes I feel like a performing trained circus animal. When I look around gym that is exactly how it looks. A bunch of apes and tools. I think of old Circus posters where the trainer holds the whip surrounded by tigers jumping through burning hoops.
“Well, have you eliminated fat out of your diet? And white flour! God that is pure poison!”
“Oh wow, she looks great for her age!”
“Can you believe she has 3 kids? And looks like that?!”
“I really like those tights. Where did you get them?”
“You look great today and to think I gained some weight again!”
“I only managed to get two visits in this week I bet it will show on the scale.”
The most common things you hear on a weekly base. Yes. Please tell me again how we are here for the sake of our health.
This was in the process for two weeks or more. Drawn in Corel, edited in Gimp. I would say in total it took me over 25 hours. Just research and reference on older poses, figures, composition, etc. took me a while. You see at first I wanted to make it more vintage but at the end I let it run its course so I ended up with a mix of old and new.
No worries … I'm not throwing stones. And if it seems so I’m throwing them at myself too. One of those sentences and characters is mine.
