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Yuzuru Hanyu

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Published: Mar 25, 2014

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Yuzuru Hanyu on his way to winning a gold medal in men's figure skating. It wasn't exactly a winning performance...but at least he won. Drawn with pencil, markers, and white acrylic paint. This was copied from the photograph shown here:

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It was on the front of the local newspaper's sports page on February 15th. A friend of mine, knowing that I really love men's figure skating, saved the page and gave it to me. I couldn't resist drawing this unusual athletic pose. There were certain things I changed from the original picture, particularly the expression on Hanyu's face. In the original, it seemed like he was concentrating very intensely-- not exactly an expression most people would want to look at. Knowing that Hanyu's been through a lot (he survived a tsunami!), I just wanted to see him happy. Can't wait to see what the future holds for him.

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