The Tattoo Industry Needs a Makeover
The Tattoo Industry Needs a Makeover Ironic that the tattoo industry is all about adding beauty to a person’s skin, and yet there is a darkness in the industry itself that is anything but beautiful. A pervasive us-versus-them attitude when it comes to who is allowed...
How I Became a Tattoo Artist: My Tattoo School Days to Today
Deciding to become a tattoo artist was no picnic as I had miniscule support from the people around me. I was on track to become an arts administrator, studying at the local university and I was in my late thirties! Everyone thought I was CRAZY. I worked part time as...
Fling the Monster: Hard at Work on The Tattoo Textbook
Time continues to swirl and twirl and slip along, even when I’m not noticing. I look up and days have gone by and I wonder “what the heck have I been doing”? OH YEAH..working on a tattoo textbook!! OY…I literally had no idea how much time this was going to take. My...
Go Make Your Own Fucking Art!
Haters and bullies and trolls, OH MY!! Okay so I know that many would consider that title RUDE. If you are offended by strong language, this will definitely not be the hang-out for you! But hey, I just used a vigorous curse word…I didn’t smack your baby!...Facebook Posts
🔮 CLUES FROM THE MUSE:🔮![]()
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Creativity resides right in your heart energy center. And ironically when you’re feeling betrayed, bewildered and bedraggled this area gets tense, tight and timid. The magic healing potion is…you guessed it…MORE of the big C...CREATIVITY! Color, clay, cook, care, carve, camp or clap. Taking action and creating something will CONNECT you back to your own happy heart. C is also for cookie…and sometimes that works too. ![]()
~The Muse
This is who I am. This is my jam. Love me or leave me. Take it or leave it.![]()
I make no more apologies for who I am or how I am living my life.![]()
I have capitulated, molded, pretzel-ed my self into shapes and visions that please the others, way too many times.![]()
Bent over backwards, kept the peace, avoided a scene, went with the crowd, pushed my desires to the side...in other words "don't rock the boat baby". ![]()
All in the name of fitting in--being normal--looking cool--![]()
Being weird, being different, showing true emotions or vibrating on a different level... That's just not very acceptable in "polite" society. That eccentric behavior or whirlwind energy was for celebrities, artists, millionaires or your crazy Aunt Joyce. ![]()
Somewhere along the line, I changed. It was fairly gradual. But I let my real self peek through the cracks.![]()
I was a "theatre" person so some of my kooky stuff was excused. (like going to Burning man 4 summers in a row) ![]()
Then I was a tattoo artist so more of the odd stuff was overlooked.![]()
{like pink hair--which Btw I had before I was a tattooer and before it was all the thing}![]()
So I guess I had an edge on the whole being different is acceptable thing.![]()
But I am talking... TRULY BEING ME. Warts and all. Glitches, stumbles, feels, flab, positive bubbliness, and woo woo weirdness.![]()
I'm done being afraid of who will think what. Who will like my art and who won't. Who will like my writing and who will be put off by it.![]()
Who will think I'm too fat, too old, too much, too loud, too 'head in the clouds' or too any-fuckn-thing. ![]()
This is what freedom tastes like. I made a decision to just be okay with me. ![]()
To decide means "make a FINAL choice, to cut off other possibilities"![]()
so I decided. no going back.![]()
I am who I am. So profound. Yet so liberating.![]()
~S![]()
What is something about you that you wish you could "show the world" unapologetically?? ![]()
#littlepeptalks![]()
#fiercepollyanna
