~Amally

So, here's an excerpt of my current propsal.

Boxing: A Mechanism for Emancipation

”To be a champ, you have to believe in yourself when nobody else will”
Sugar Ray Robinson

Round 1
The archetype of a boxing fan is some hardboiled, primitive blood lusting guy, unleashing abundant jabs of high testosterone into the asphyxiated atmosphere of brimming roars of cheering and delirious praises that bounce from one end of the arena to the other, interweaving with other chanting fellow boxing fanatics.
But that description only goes so far.

Round 2
Into this guild of two hard-fisting guardians protecting their fortress of universal male exclusivity from the poisonous onslaught of a woman’s inquisitiveness, a new perspective awoke against this background of perennial hostility once females began to embrace this sport, and once I began to turn the sweet science into works of art.

Round 3
Four years studying art, with an almost ten year fascination with boxing, you’d think I’d pack my bags and move onto another theme or interest. But, when one is accidentally exposed to something so amazing that has been around for thousands of years; it’ll shade their perspective forever. Someone will need to check me into rehab to amputate this fascination off me.

Round 4
I view boxing as an interpretation for my subject of suppression by constant internal collisions between my culture, as well as what religion I was born into, what I’ve been indoctrinated into following and if in fact, maybe this state of confusion is just a phase or it is all a delusion and religion is really just a form of slavery?

Round 5
By drawing or painting boxing, it’s not just a mechanism to express personal freedom from my suppressed lifestyle, it cultivates the highest virtues from the very first stroke of the brush onto the naked, isolated surface. It gives me courage in the face of adversity, a sense of self–control, mental and physical strength, endurance, stoic acceptance of pain and suffering, self-reliance and supreme sense of justice.
When I paint the theme of boxing, it kind of becomes a conversation for me; when I spar on the canvas, a dialogue begins to unravel as I begin to let go of confusions, my insecurities, inadequate self image and thus the evolution of the emancipation begins.