People are dope. Pam is my new grandma. I can't sleep anymore but that's what coffee is for.
This one felt good.
It tapped that portion of my brain that not every piece does. The way the pins in a lock feel when they land over the cuts in the key. Or any number of unnecessary metaphors.
It was easier to breathe when this one was done.
I made this design with a computer machine. I'm not terribly fond of bringing a computer into my drawing process but I like the way this came out. I just don't want to be the type of artist that doesn't create the design. While I realize I'm not going to win any awards for being the most noble tattooer I don't care to take too much from google image searches. It just feels cheap. For the most part if I'm going to use a photo image I'd rather it be a photo I took. If I can't take the photo myself I'll at least attempt to draw from scratch. The same goes for computer assisted drawing. While I had fun doing this one I don't want to become terribly reliant on my computer to do my job. I don't wish to judge other artists for their usage of technology but I believe there is a line where a tool becomes a crutch and in this line of work I think that my creative mind is the most valuable thing to my success. There is a lingering fear of allowing that portion of my mind to atrophy. I like to use coil tattoo machines because I can personally maintain and tune them to do what I want and in turn I will adapt within the parameters that they are able to operate. With the expansion of reach that some of these tattoo machine producers have acquired I think that a homogenization of art styles is growing. I don't want to become that. I don't want to be the same asshole with the Ipad pro and thick brimmed non-prescription glasses that doesn't know how to work an autoclave but they have a lot of followers so who gives a fuck if they can produce an original thought. I always seem to get to a negative place if I talk for too long. I think it's mostly sarcasm but maybe not. I don't know. Maybe I should just type this out and then delete half of it. Maybe nobody reads these things. Maybe I should start a cult and build a compound out with the weirdos out past the west side of the valley. I'll have like 31 wives for each day of the month so I can have 31 varieties of macaroni and cheese every night and at the end of the month, the wife with the worst mac n' cheese dies. And from the ashes a new wife shall rise. And the month after will be Spam Musubi. And hopefully by the time you've gotten this far you've stopped reading and forgotten I was being such an asshole earlier.
I enjoyed this one very much.
That's it and that's all.
In there like swimwear.
Two rocks on a gravy tray.
I've been itching to do something lately. While I do have somethings outside of directly tattooing that I've been working on, this has helped to scratch the itch. It's not quite done yet but I'm happy with where we are.
It was a great trip. I really love Chicago. It is the first place as an adult that I received payment for my art. It was the place where I first realized that the world placed value on art and it's emotional and aesthetic effects. I'll put more photos up from the convention soon.
This is the way that I like to do color. To keep it loose but still with a crisp edge. I like it because it's easy for me. Maybe it's lazy or maybe doing what comes naturally is a more honest approach then some others. Maybe nobody gives a shit. It was just a skull and roses. Not exactly new to the medium although that existing standard may be where the comfort to play with the concept came from. Maybe I've had too much coffee and can't organize my thoughts well enough to cling on to my original point. Either way; the earth is flat, birds are witches, and I don't understand proper punctuation cause my most recent literary education was at a community college in Florida.
This is a difficult but enjoyable cover up. Some cover ups are fun and others can be terrible. Either way this one is starting to get fun. I'm finding room to put my intention in there. The little spaces where I have no option but to cover dark with dark are starting to open up and I'm having fun.
Different pieces are mid-heal, healed, and fresh so it was hard to get an evenly lit photo but this works I guess. The scorpion on the foot was an existing piece but I did touch it up a bit and add around it.
I'll be back in Chicago on these dates. Hit the contact tab up top if you'd like to get some work done. Here's a bit extra in case you need it.
Chicago Tattoo Arts Convention
Donald E Stephens Convention Center
5555 N River Rd, Rosemont, IL 60018
Friday 2 PM – 12 AM
Saturday 11 AM – 12 AM
Sunday 11 AM – 8 PM
It's an interesting job.
I get to meet new people. I'd be a hopeless recluse without it. I don't care to speak to most people.
I get to discuss art and tattoos with these people. The two things I spend the entirety of my day thinking about aside from what section of the government is attempting to steal my thoughts.
I get to place something infinitely sentimental on these people that will last on their skin till they slowly rot and on their profile pic through eternity or whenever Facebook deletes their profile for being inactive.
Then that person walks out the door. We might be friends. We might be strangers set to walk past each other. We might meet again on the next occasion that they feel they have something worth tattooing.
The difference between minimalism and hyper detail. Neither piece is larger than 3 inches.
Sir Nicolas Buchanan Cage the 2nd. Heir to the thrown.
The tender bits of the back.
Capping off this sleeve we started a few years ago.
I enjoy the blues and the grays. The cooler colors that move well together.
It's an interesting thought that in just a few days a painful and terribly permanent thing that I have done will be walking around a few thousand miles away from here.
I like that this will hide beneath clothes and while I do have an attachment to every piece I do it is nice to know that these are hidden. They are his and nobody else's.
They don't peak over the collar and they're too fare away from the sleeve. You can only view them if he allows you to. They are his and nobody else's.
Fuck you Chipotle.
Working our way around. I really enjoy researching as well as executing a version of this Nordic stuff. Please bring me more if you'd like some.
The colors are fresh and the black is healed.
I enjoy small pieces like this.
I can periodically chat and check in with the wearer and keep contact with the world through these pieces.
I can see you again when you have another idea or reason to put something on you.
I am typically reclusive but these help pull me away from that.
Sometimes you're a robot.
Sometimes you are not.
I dig this sea creature kind of stuff. More please.