i still do tattoos.
i know, right?
i mean, all seven days a week,
i'm at AMPERSAND TATTOO,
yesterday, i was second-half busy making zips and zaps;
before that, i had a little first half XI-mas decorating...
it's not always nonstop art-makery.
but it IS nonstop intentional activation of that active participation, for sure.
i get to do some neat tattoos.
here's a few from recently for your face:
chopped-meat mayhem scars, under cover-up from a little freehand marky-marker scrawlin',
over all those gooey gross-out glops of overhealed body-stitch humanity!
i have the pleasure of getting to draw tattoos directly onto folks,
and those jauns almost always have exxxtra-flavor, and way too many lines.
that's sort of my thing.
here's a little hybrid of lines and stencils and markers and sh!t:
beau gets cool ones, exclusively, and that's good for both of us.
lucky lucky lucky is what i'd call that.
i do tattoos for them, too.
nice ones, pretty ones, cute ones, and fancy ones:
TASTY LADIES GET DELICIOUS TATTOOS,
and that's what we like around here.
ian is a solid fella,
and he started a pretty neat leg sleeve:
and again, drawn on, freehand, with my sharpies,
and lined, shaded, and colored just a baby bit, all in one day.
that's manly, and that's a whole lotta lower leg full of woodsly goodness...
i'm not just making cake, guys.
i'm making a LOT of stuff.
every day, all day, all the time,
because rules is rules,
and being activated necessitates being active,
like a flippin' activist;
never quiet, never soft.....