tiel-a-too

hey there, friends.
y'know what i've been up to at the tattoo studio?
well,
for starters,
i've been zip-zapping on borrowed time;
secondly,
i've been painting on cardboard;
but thirdly, lastly, and most importantly-
i've been deep into the guts of my love/hate hard-style affair
with tattooing and art-makery,
and i remembered that i actually have always really liked makin' sh!t.
yeah.
like,
i'm reppin' on a newly rekindled motivation to make some magic.
now,
i'm no sorcerer supreme,
but i'm no mundane sucka-b!tch diaper baby, either,
and that means that after alllllll these years,
i'm back to practicing my trade, and plying my wares,
and warily trading my skills for bills,
and two-ply wiping all the practical practicable ideas and images
on all the late-summery skin that's fit to print.
i know, right?
fun is HOW you make it,
not WHERE you make it-
and i make fun of everything, everywhere,
so i'm thinking i'm gonna do well from here on out.
anyway,
i had a lovely young lady come in with some very vague sketches,
and some very firm ideas,
and with just a modicum of elbow greasiness,
we conjured up a cockatiel for her arm to sport.
check the more-brown-type teleport:

i think it was a memorial?
....maybe.
it was a good time.
that's for certain.
her and her father and myself,
conversing and commiserating and collaborating,
all while i zipped and zapped for a little bit of birding business.
what does it all mean?
it means it doesn't ever hurt to try a little harder, neighbors.
i guess that all.
one of these days, i'll figure out tattoo photography,
and flattering, glare-proof tattoo photography lighting,
and then, when it isn't always a washed-out weak-sauce poop-pixel pile,
you'll see what's really poppin'.
until then,
getting pysched on being pysched,
and having fun like i'm the only one in the studio who should be,
and chattin' up all the folks who flow into and out of my art-making conversational vortex,
are all that's really happening,
and i'll tell you what else-
that's a lot;
never quiet, never soft.....