While neglecting my tumblr for a few months I noticed that some “bad ink” blogs have taken pictures from my early work and started ranting about how im mutilating people’s skin (?????) While this would surely seem intimidating to someone who had no involvement in the tattoo world, I can actually see through the digital curtain of bulllshit. I might not be the best tattoo artist in the whole planet, but of my age group, I think i’m not too bad. It’s cool that you guys think im not tattooing to your standards. However assuming that writing anything that angry will get any sort of reaction out of me is just silly. I might be a teenager , but even so I understand that if I dont know much about something, I dont comment on it. My early tattoo work is there to show my progresss from the first six months, to now the two years that I will reach in october!! Not to pinpoint the tattoos you personally dont like and suggest i’m a “bad tattoo artist”.
To aspiring tattoo artists- I leave those comments as proof of the laughable shit you will have to put up with. I thank everyone who showers me with support aswell as everyone who sends me little hate mail. * HOWEVER* if this shit becomes some sort of stalker where-do-you-work/live sort of thing, i WILL notify tumblr/the police and make a pretty big stink about it, Or maybe i will just make it so comments have identification :/.
It’s one thing to hear about it when you are young but it’s another to actually be scared about getting Shot in nyc…..
I love vintage nostalgia, in pictures it seems like an idealistic time when things were simple… . life wasnt so complicated.
I didnt think in highschool that after graduation i would be looking for simple country living to take my mind off of NYC life and stresses.
Maybe im trying to escape.
I just know the next phase is somewhere else, one way or another i’ve always loved to move around,
i never seemed to be comfortable in one place. Needing to find a corner on this earth where i can be accepted.
Constantly Trying to find the meaning of family and unconditional love… … Maybe it’s not too late to develop a relationship with my parents,
but we would have to get to know each other all over again.
I can fill a book with my wishes, set it on fire and hope that the ashes get carried away with the wind and whisper to the stars my hopes and dreams.
To start over
Peace of mind
Maybe i can sit under the sun and just think about how nice the sky looks
Or watch my canvas dry and listen to music
Drink tea with my darling and hold him when its cold
Is this a new chapter?
Maybe its the afterword.