light skulb.

continue to be busy. Love having so many fabulous clients to help make these pieces so much fun.

Also: go read Atmospheric Disturbances by Rivka Galchen. Terrifying. Back to Cormac McCarthy this week.

Exhausted.

Halfway through Steve’s backpiece.
Thank you, that is all.

carin wall

long week. So many Hours of tattooing, much thanks to tough assed clients who’ll sit through anything.



Trying to remember who I am .

owie.

Hi.
So I made it back in one piece from the land of 20 hours of sunshine and really polite people. How polite? So polite you’ll think everyone dislikes you until you get used to it.
some highlights:

the Copenhagen city library. Kierkegaard helped wear the grooves in the stairs. Open to the public. Silent. Awesome.

They call shaving cream barberskum! har har har. Did i mantion that i’m from america or did you notice that i was taking photos of the shaving cream?

giant wild roses the size of your head grow everywhere.

the carlsburg beer botanical gardens.

The night before i left, i ran into an actual, honest-to-god danish youth street protest. I think they were protesting the closing of the local youthhouse (think boys and girls club with graffitti and anarchism). They essentially shout down an entire street for 24 hours and partied to a giant stereo-van. Cops watched from a far and never intervened. yes.


The danes are chow-hounds who eat seriously. I more than once saw tiny, gorgeous women exponentially out-eat me by pounds. Two of the many awesome meals i was treated to.

Yesterday, i was able to share a stage with one of my all-time favorite bands, I Am the Ocean. they’re also some of by bestest friends in the whole world. Beforehand, jeremy let me toss some sickness on his calf.

who else is down with mr toad? that’s right.
I finally got my broship, thanks to four fifths of IATO. gnarly.

thanks, amigos.

some new tattoos:

finished molly’s lotuses. fun.

thanks. ish

and then i went away, now.

and

tomorrow i’m going to leave for the rest of the month. thank jesus. i cannot type jesus properly in one try. or anything else.

i like and also do not like rain.

More work with focus and color staining. trying to work the paint in the paper, instead of on top of it. Water a hair too hot helping a bit- maybe destroying things. no idea.
I am more and more a psychotic paint-to-surface purist. I have for a long time forced myself not to refer to anything while drawing, now trying to extend it to painting. I figure if I need reference by the time I am getting down to work then I have not done my homework and all is lost. I think the Grime said “look once, hard and then never look again.” Very Prix De Rome. Almost all of the painting I have done in the last 4 or 5 months has been without line-work or premonition. Just brush to paper. No looking, just working. Put the color on the paper. No reference, all internal. Think I am starting to get somewhere. Thinking there is some sort of PRB marxist undercurrent- don’t understand it yet. more later.

and

Most fun I have had tattooing in forever. Best skin on the planet.

That is all. Thank you.

pork business

new tat-doos.

and

and

ok.
also:

amazing. really.
egads, y’all. anyone else tired of drunks? I’m working alone tomorrow and thinking i need lock the doors and put some pretentious “appointments only” sign, after the load of trash boozers i had waltz down my stairs today. shit. memorial day? i’d bet yer dead granpappy is just humming a happy tune about taking that bullet in war so’s that you’d have a whole new monday to drink yourself pissed.

volf und schull.

chris is really tough. no shit. still can’t believe he let me put that moon on the top of his shoulder. ouch.

have you heard his band Fear the Vacuum? so good.

still working through this fuzzy semitransparent vein in the paintings. happy with this one. “if you cannot make it good, make it big. if you cannot make it big make it red.” right?

leaky moon

finished a painting. working on a tangential fuzzy wavelength right now trying for transparency- diaphanous layers and out-of-focus bits. fun. or not. we’ll see.

tattooz!
hurrah.

sputnik

put a sputnik wind-up tat-stabbo on sky’s neck. inspired after we all had film day at the shop, watched alix lambert’s mark of cain- a docu about incarcerated ruskies tattooing eachother behind bars.

also: giant stigmata.

and i finished a painting.

that is all.