Sometimes you're the boxer, sometimes you're the bag - Part 2
Sometimes, you're the boxer,Sometimes, you're the bag.
Sometimes, you're the kicker,Sometimes, you're the can.Sometimes, many times,(every time?)You're not sure what you are.You just fight, and you kick, and youFeel.Every.Lump.You're just thankful to see there's some fight still in you.So you raise leaden arms, and you grit bloody teeth.And you say to the serpent, the heron, the world"I'm still here, motherfucker. Let's find out who we are."And sometimes you're the boxer, sometimes you're the bag.
It used to be that living was, by and large, an optimistic affair. Yeah, there have always been problems, and life has a penchant for hostility once in a while, but it was mostly a case of it helping you hone your survival skills. It may very well be that I'm getting Old™ and Frail®, but lately it feels like a constant fight, and we're getting pummelled by hit after hit. We get up, and (sometimes) we actually connect a jab or two, but it's a tiring affair, this "living in the modern world" thing.
This print is a reminder of how we live and fight and love and die in a cosmic judo dance with the world. Sometimes we're on top, and sometimes, we feel the weight of it all on our chest. And maybe, just maybe, the goal's not to win but to keep the dance going. To accept that these ever-changing roles are just part of the play. Part of the lesson. Sometimes we're eaten, and sometimes we survive to fight and hunt another day.
In this print, we are eaten.
But hey, if you’re feeling more boxer than bag, there’s a Part 1 to this print. Or, you can get them both and have the best of both worlds.
Note: If you select the 18×24 inch print, regardless of the option you choose, I will ship it using the “Tracked, Super Awesome” service. The cheaper option isn’t suitable for tubes, so I've priced both the same in this case. However, I will still ship it using the faster, premium, insured, and tracked service.
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Now, for the technical details...
As usual, these prints are lovingly crafted by me, printed on 320 gsm, cotton archival paper (that’s just a fancy way to say the paper is really awesome and warm and thick, with a lovely, velvety texture and creamy colour), using archival inks (this means this thing won’t fade in a hundred years. I’m serious. Treat it with a bit of care, and it will last a lifetime), using The Black Beast, my trusty 250 pounds beast of a Canon Printer.
tl;dr: the prints are really, really pretty, and the quality is top-notch. Just look at the pictures! Pretty, huh? And if you’ve bought a print from me before, you know what to expect.
Sometimes, you're the boxer,Sometimes, you're the bag.
Sometimes, you're the kicker,Sometimes, you're the can.Sometimes, many times,(every time?)You're not sure what you are.You just fight, and you kick, and youFeel.Every.Lump.You're just thankful to see there's some fight still in you.So you raise leaden arms, and you grit bloody teeth.And you say to the serpent, the heron, the world"I'm still here, motherfucker. Let's find out who we are."And sometimes you're the boxer, sometimes you're the bag.
It used to be that living was, by and large, an optimistic affair. Yeah, there have always been problems, and life has a penchant for hostility once in a while, but it was mostly a case of it helping you hone your survival skills. It may very well be that I'm getting Old™ and Frail®, but lately it feels like a constant fight, and we're getting pummelled by hit after hit. We get up, and (sometimes) we actually connect a jab or two, but it's a tiring affair, this "living in the modern world" thing.
This print is a reminder of how we live and fight and love and die in a cosmic judo dance with the world. Sometimes we're on top, and sometimes, we feel the weight of it all on our chest. And maybe, just maybe, the goal's not to win but to keep the dance going. To accept that these ever-changing roles are just part of the play. Part of the lesson. Sometimes we're eaten, and sometimes we survive to fight and hunt another day.
In this print, we are eaten.
But hey, if you’re feeling more boxer than bag, there’s a Part 1 to this print. Or, you can get them both and have the best of both worlds.
Note: If you select the 18×24 inch print, regardless of the option you choose, I will ship it using the “Tracked, Super Awesome” service. The cheaper option isn’t suitable for tubes, so I've priced both the same in this case. However, I will still ship it using the faster, premium, insured, and tracked service.
——
Now, for the technical details...
As usual, these prints are lovingly crafted by me, printed on 320 gsm, cotton archival paper (that’s just a fancy way to say the paper is really awesome and warm and thick, with a lovely, velvety texture and creamy colour), using archival inks (this means this thing won’t fade in a hundred years. I’m serious. Treat it with a bit of care, and it will last a lifetime), using The Black Beast, my trusty 250 pounds beast of a Canon Printer.
tl;dr: the prints are really, really pretty, and the quality is top-notch. Just look at the pictures! Pretty, huh? And if you’ve bought a print from me before, you know what to expect.
Sometimes, you're the boxer,Sometimes, you're the bag.
Sometimes, you're the kicker,Sometimes, you're the can.Sometimes, many times,(every time?)You're not sure what you are.You just fight, and you kick, and youFeel.Every.Lump.You're just thankful to see there's some fight still in you.So you raise leaden arms, and you grit bloody teeth.And you say to the serpent, the heron, the world"I'm still here, motherfucker. Let's find out who we are."And sometimes you're the boxer, sometimes you're the bag.
It used to be that living was, by and large, an optimistic affair. Yeah, there have always been problems, and life has a penchant for hostility once in a while, but it was mostly a case of it helping you hone your survival skills. It may very well be that I'm getting Old™ and Frail®, but lately it feels like a constant fight, and we're getting pummelled by hit after hit. We get up, and (sometimes) we actually connect a jab or two, but it's a tiring affair, this "living in the modern world" thing.
This print is a reminder of how we live and fight and love and die in a cosmic judo dance with the world. Sometimes we're on top, and sometimes, we feel the weight of it all on our chest. And maybe, just maybe, the goal's not to win but to keep the dance going. To accept that these ever-changing roles are just part of the play. Part of the lesson. Sometimes we're eaten, and sometimes we survive to fight and hunt another day.
In this print, we are eaten.
But hey, if you’re feeling more boxer than bag, there’s a Part 1 to this print. Or, you can get them both and have the best of both worlds.
Note: If you select the 18×24 inch print, regardless of the option you choose, I will ship it using the “Tracked, Super Awesome” service. The cheaper option isn’t suitable for tubes, so I've priced both the same in this case. However, I will still ship it using the faster, premium, insured, and tracked service.
——
Now, for the technical details...
As usual, these prints are lovingly crafted by me, printed on 320 gsm, cotton archival paper (that’s just a fancy way to say the paper is really awesome and warm and thick, with a lovely, velvety texture and creamy colour), using archival inks (this means this thing won’t fade in a hundred years. I’m serious. Treat it with a bit of care, and it will last a lifetime), using The Black Beast, my trusty 250 pounds beast of a Canon Printer.
tl;dr: the prints are really, really pretty, and the quality is top-notch. Just look at the pictures! Pretty, huh? And if you’ve bought a print from me before, you know what to expect.
