making money having fun.

i drew on and zapped a tattoo yesterday that i thought was pretty cool.
then,
i literally did the same exact tattoo, in color, OVER the tattoo i had just finished;
...and then we called it done.

nature wins,
and nature tattz are something you do a LOT of in the white mountains.
if you're a white girl who lives here, you absolutely have to have one.
rules is rules.
it looks cool, anyway:
yep.
i did a wolf on a liberated love machine who spends her free time
out in the dirty back roads of maine being scandalous.
that always makes me a little uncomfortable.
i mean,
it's sort of funny when someone is proud of being a human petri dish,
but also, it's really kind of NOT funny, too.
i dunno,  just do the sick wolf tattz and call it a day.

anyway, i drew most of it on and plugged away at all those choppy greys.
huh?
do i do cover-ups?
man, if it's a regular tattoo, i do it SO hard.
a rose, adapted from pinterest reference to cover an open-heart scar?
sure.
drawn on, with my marky markers, as usual.
yuuuuup...i doo-doo that freaky sh!t, no problem:


whoah.
that's heavy duty.
did she cry?
yup.
happy tears?
i doubt it.
ouchie ones?
definitely.
have you noticed how little talent i have for tattoo photos?
it's like the universe knows how invested in food i am,
and saves up all the skills for shots of my soup and stuff.
weird.
hey, neighbors-
did you just wonder aloud if i drew on an entire jewel cuff the other day?
i did.
was it swollen and angry when i finished?
naturally.
do the pictures reflect that?

well, yes, they do.
you like that heavy glare?
jeez.
i'm fired.
that's the news.
the next time i need a photo, i'm just going home instead.
i do a LOT of tattoos.
i take pictures of some, sometimes.
it isn't the tattoos' fault, it's 100% mine.
i suck at tatt-shots.
i'd rather do decent tattz and take bad photos,
then do dope photoshop on doo-doo buttery tattz.
that's a fact;
never quiet, never soft.....