I like to think I have some idea about what makes a design good or strong or appealing - but that doesn’t always convert into an actual tattoo. Often I watch people come into the shop and compliment the same designs over and over, but select something else. This design converts though. I believe I’ve done it 5 or 6 times. I have many like it, but this is the right one. The proportions must be right, the castle melts into the earth the right way, not too many windows? Just enough rooftops maybe. The ground is balanced against the towers. It’s not too simple. It’s not too straight or stiff. I have no clue. I don’t know why it’s the winner but it’s the winner. I don’t need to know why. I just need to tattoo it.
Here’s another tattoo my haters could never do. They lack the finesse. They lack the people skills. They lack the heart. I’m rather rich in all of these qualities. It’s what keeps me alive and makes me so charismatic.
WHOSE ASKIN. sorry I haven’t been posting much I don’t enjoy doing it. Yeh I’m tatting and yeah I got flash and yeah I can draw whatever you want and yeah I can do it clean and nice because I’m nice. Time this weekend lmk u need it done right I’ll get you sorted out.
Having a hard time drawing flash but having an easy time painting my visions of displacement and grief. I am tattooing and I’m tattooing quite well to be honest. Hit me up and be easy going and I’ll get you sorted out with a crisp tattoo. You’ll pay more for worse elsewhere…don’t kid yourself. Im insane, im sober, I’m married to the game, and im going to cure your ocd. Who else you gonna call baby?
I drew this salamander back in Chicago in 2019, when the world was small to me. I knew I couldn’t count on the world, I could feel it giving way. Tattooing was the way out. Not because it paid, and not because anyone wanted another tattooer, and not because I knew anyone in the game. It was the way out because I could do it myself. So I did. Alone. And it let me escape a life that would have stranded me, or left me dead. Back then it was just something small, a little sapling to keep alive, to keep me honest and focused. Even though it had my total attention I knew it would take years. I’ve been tattooing for seven years now and it’s saved my life a thousand times. I’m married to tattooing. I love it to death and when I’m heartbroken and faithless in this scary world, like I am today, it saves my life again. Fuck the world. Fuck this stupid world.
