Thanks for asking, Jon Wayne Taylor.
I am not a Hung Ga stylist, though I’ve dabbled in that art and many others.
I was studying a powerful Northern Chinese kung fu style called “Seng Men” which is reknowned in China for its ferocity. My sifu found me on the Internet and invited me to see him.
For a half year, I would drive 3 hours every other week to see him at his home to train for HOURS. He had no school, but he took me in and treated me like a son. To me, that was a big deal because my parents have been warring with me ever since I dropped out of Western medical school.
Half a year is a short time only if one doesn’t practice hard. I devoted myself to the art despite juggling a Masters Degree program and a violin career, and I made tremendous progress. The art was very small, so I learned the basics very thoroughly.
As I stated in the other post, he then did something that he SHOULDN’T HAVE and sucked me into it. I tried my best to cover for him, but the cover was blown. Now he has renounced me as a student and will not take me back.
At least we still talk from time to time, as we share a common classical violin interest and he’s one of my biggest fans. To me, my sifu will always be my sifu and I have great respect and gratitude for all that he showed me.
It is the LAME kung fu stylist who wouldn’t find a way to succeed despite every imagineable setback.
My sifu told me after he dropped me that I had learned enough to go open my own school in that style. So in a way, I have his full approval to do so.
However, I steadfastly refused to do so because I felt that I’d be sullying the lineage that way. I learned quite a bit, but not enough to be considered a true “inheritor”. Besides, part of his reason for dropping me was because I was so hellbent on opening a school. My sifu felt that HIS sifu in China wouldn’t approve of me commercializing the style.
What’s interesting is that for months, I had been having strange dreams of doing “Seng Men” with all sorts of different moves that my sifu didn’t show me. I think what happened was that my mind was subconsciously stretching beyond the limits of what this style had to offer.
Ironically, my first martial instinct was not “Crap, my sifu dropped me!” It was “I’m FREE!”
So now I’ve made my OWN style.
It has no name, though one person said I should call it “Huang Style Kung Fu”. The Seng Men/Neijia influence is very strong, but it has several features that Seng Men didn’t have.
The biggest difference is that where Seng Men tried to keep itself confined to a few extremely effective moves in a standup position, my new style seeks to enable the practitioner to be able to fight from any position using anything in the environment. One of my moves is “Chair”, which features two different ways of getting in, out, and behind a chair smoothly.
My style is a multipurpose style not strictly for fighting. For example, a basketball player would benefit from the forward and reverse Bagua-like circle walking. Or a 90-year old lady could do my “Hand” set because the movements all are basic reflexive motions. And of course, a young whippersnapper like me would be hopefully be able to fight in a natural way using this technique.
Right now, I feel no need to go seek out another sifu. My inner voice is dictating exactly where I feel I need to go, and I’m obeying it. The result is that I have 2 sets (“Hands” and “Steps”) already completely made and one more (“Objects”, which teaches the combative use of cups, books, pens, clothing, etc. . . ) under construction.
Oh yeah.
My sifu is not a guy who people should challenge.
He’s quick to fight and quick to strike, having fought several times against multiple opponents. HIS sifu is even tougher, being known in Henan as a well known traditional fighter.
The first time we touched hands, he bulldozed me so badly that I had a bruise on my forearm for weeks. It took me MONTHS before I could even resist him, though I was doing so readily at the end.
My new style was coined in a large part to exploit Seng Men’s weaknesses, but my sifu would always give me a really tough time in combat no matter how good I got.