Gábor Városi - Stories, Artworks, Artistic periods

271 His nose has flattened, the skin crack on the bridge is a magnet for the eye, the bags under his eyes are swollen, and his upper lip has split. And it is getting thicker by the minute. “He snuck a jab in,” says Gábor apologetically, “I wasn’t quick enough to cover up again after the right cross.” As if it were perfectly normal, at this age, with this background, for a company executive to get punched in the nose sometimes. Or for an artist. I am what I am in the ring the rest is just pretend “They are better, younger and faster than me,” he explains, “but I still enjoy boxing more and more. It keeps me grounded, and of course, I do my best to give them back what I get.” “A nice punch is a wonderfully complex set of moves! And when I do land one – you will see the result on the other – it triggers ancient, complex emotions that I would not otherwise have access to. My eyes and brain recognise the opportunity, my legs, torso and arms apply what they have learned, and the glove gets through the other’s defences. I am what I am in the ring, the rest is just pretend!”

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