This young man here came in with the right idea. I am very lucky he came to me. Or perhaps I deserved it. Or karma led to this chance meeting. Or the tattoo gods presided over the realm we walked that night. Either way, here we are, and there is nothing left to do but go to work. Wow, he came in wanting Irezumi. I don’t know if he’s a day over 18. I do know that I put on his first tattoo, the tiger outline, or tora sujibori pictured here on his right leg. He was in no hurry and felt that the outline would be fine to start with. Where did he get this patience? From his Grandfather, as I had gotten mine? There is no time to ask, only a pause to admire his approach. Then, I tear into the tattoo outline and do not stop til it is done. Where did he learn of this strange and alluring art? What was the reason for his predilection towards this fascinating style? He barely even looked at the walls, the rows and rows of flash hung there. The skulls, the red roses, the clipper ships and anchors. He […]Read More
Before the Sailor Jerry books came out, before the Tattoo tv shows, before the internet, and cell phones, before computers were everywhere, before credit card scanners, before the revival of the rotary tattoo machine, before a tattoo color kit included ten shades of green, before the tattoo internet chatrooms made trade secrets public, before there were ten tattoo magazines, before the death of the magazine, before the death of the phone book, before the death of tattoo flash, before a Tattoo shop was on every corner of every town, before my space, Facebook, and instagram… There was tattooing. These are just a few of the changes I’ve noticed over the past twenty years. Im glad to have been here for it. I’m sad that things have worked out the way they have though, with the course tattooing has taken. I came into the world of tattooing thinking that I had found a home, but again I was just a black sheep among a new family. I have gone on to become a member of a sub-sect of this family that I believe is very true indeed. But ours, like any other world, is ruled by money, popularity, fashion and trends. A few try to buck the system. A few become folk artists. […]Read More
Join me as we head underground into the catacombs past what you thought you knew, leaving familiarity behind for a sense of adventure and allowing the doors of perception to open. True reality can become apparent. Rows and rows of designs, these are the archetypes. Which one will you be today? – Miike Ness… The poets of our age were tattooed. Into their skin were inscribed women and devils, angels and gods, averting their eyes were the fearful ones. The reptilians, the robots, their ilk. Whilst we raged throughout the night unnoticed for years, enjoying a banquet that was set for only us in the middle of the night, in the underground, in the catacombs.Read More
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