Tattooing was a huge part of my life for many lost years. Maybe there is a serious correlation there (that is another post and possibly years of lying in a chaise longue talking about my mother), but as I've aged it has slowly been left, not by the wayside, but I'd say on a backburner. It is no longer the defining factor of my person or a fixation. Perhaps I have reached this stage not because of an imminent necessity to mature mentally, but because of what I encounter in my now brief interactions with tattooing. All the new work I see is mainly alterations of old classics or just plain mediocre. That's life when you get into a culture and tunnel down to a certain depth- it all looks the same. But this guy, this guy, Henry Lewis, he is one of the different ones.
http://theskullandsword.com/artists/henry-lewis
Understandable when you see he works alongside Grime and other leaders of tattooing. The rabbit with petals particularly blew me away. Not that I would want a rabbit on me, but damn it struck a chord. Ironically it is in my opinion a simple tattoo. And then he bangs out a b&w semi-demonic sheep's head that oozes talent. Amazing stuff.
Anyways, he kind of, sort a, gets me hard for this old, inky mistress of mine. If only I could get Todaro to get something with me...
May 14, 2012
May 13, 2012
Seasons
So it is almost summer now, at least I think it is almost summer- it might in fact snow next week so who knows. It is time to molt and shed that layer of pasty-white winter skin and blossom into a magnificent summer beast. Or, dwell on the fact you are not in shape and struggling to find motivation to go for a run, to pick up a weight or basically leave the house. If only I could snap my fingers and be tanned and in shape.
Instead I will do what I do every summer and buckle down and work hard. Who am I kidding, I'm going to have a Smirnoff Ice and eat chips in my tiny apartment.
Join me.
Instead I will do what I do every summer and buckle down and work hard. Who am I kidding, I'm going to have a Smirnoff Ice and eat chips in my tiny apartment.
Join me.
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