The sun and rain have been battling,
as have the forces within.
A burst of light explodes,
only to be doused with rain and saturated with darkness.
The view outside only deepens the parallel,
between the works of nature and man.
Could make one wonder,
Why do we forget the worlds are one?
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Baker and a skyline
Twas suggested to me to share this, so I am. The details of my tattoo artist and experience.
I got it done at Pay 'N' Dues Tattoos. Small, but not tiny, funky parlor with a great vibe. Two guys hanging around. The two main artists are a husband and wife duo. Baker (last name), my artist, and Melissa. The chair was silver metal, very hair salon-esque with some grit and a story of its own. He turned on some very old school music which made me love him. He had a little squeak to his voice, that made him adorable in all his toughness. He had his sleeves blacked out, but with a couple tribal-like swirls. I asked if he didn't like his sleeves anymore and he said that he loved his sleeves and they were badass, but he loves the tribal right now. My favorite, by far, quality was that throughout our short time together he called me "hot rod". I had to sign a sheet giving basic information and and taking claim should anything go awry. I picked him because the place was suggested, but really because when I walked in I knew. There was something about his soul, and quirkiness that I adored. I knew I wanted his experience and story to intertwine with mine even if for that 30 minutes. It was just a basic, simple line - done quick and well. Pain was probably an 8, much more than the first tattoo I got. No tears or whimpers though.
Play-by-play: He drew the outline from a picture I brought. Asked if that was what I was going for. I questioned him about the Brooklyn Bridge. He said I was basically deciding between two tattoos. I chose. He put the sketch up against my foot, showing me the options in comparison with the inside of the foot to the outside of the foot. I decided I wanted the sketch to stop a little before the end. He printed out the final sketch and told me the price. I then learned it was cash only and had to run down the street to the ATM. He prepped while I was out. Black ink, gun, gloves, and stencil. Got back paid, gave him the change as tip and said "I have a feeling you'll deserve it - Baker: I am badass at tattoos (with a smile)!". He informed me "I tattoo really fast" and that i'd be done in less than five more than likely. Discussed with one of the guys who was leaving the plans for the night. "She (his wife) is going to Sassy Ann's, so i'm just planning on drinking. If your down for some drinking let me know!" - "Fuck yeah, we'll talk". He put the stencil on both sides of my foot and let me "dance-around" so I could choose. I picked and he went to town. Puts the ointment over the stencil before going over it with the needle. As he did the first piece of the line he asked if I felt badass. And later asked again after knowing it was at the painful point. He finished quickly and rubbed the ointment across and bandaged me up. Told me to leave it bandaged for 1-2 hours, clean it with soap and water, air dry, then add ointment - just enough to cover it all not globby. Told me to have a good night, I said the same, and our time together ended.
I got it done at Pay 'N' Dues Tattoos. Small, but not tiny, funky parlor with a great vibe. Two guys hanging around. The two main artists are a husband and wife duo. Baker (last name), my artist, and Melissa. The chair was silver metal, very hair salon-esque with some grit and a story of its own. He turned on some very old school music which made me love him. He had a little squeak to his voice, that made him adorable in all his toughness. He had his sleeves blacked out, but with a couple tribal-like swirls. I asked if he didn't like his sleeves anymore and he said that he loved his sleeves and they were badass, but he loves the tribal right now. My favorite, by far, quality was that throughout our short time together he called me "hot rod". I had to sign a sheet giving basic information and and taking claim should anything go awry. I picked him because the place was suggested, but really because when I walked in I knew. There was something about his soul, and quirkiness that I adored. I knew I wanted his experience and story to intertwine with mine even if for that 30 minutes. It was just a basic, simple line - done quick and well. Pain was probably an 8, much more than the first tattoo I got. No tears or whimpers though.
Play-by-play: He drew the outline from a picture I brought. Asked if that was what I was going for. I questioned him about the Brooklyn Bridge. He said I was basically deciding between two tattoos. I chose. He put the sketch up against my foot, showing me the options in comparison with the inside of the foot to the outside of the foot. I decided I wanted the sketch to stop a little before the end. He printed out the final sketch and told me the price. I then learned it was cash only and had to run down the street to the ATM. He prepped while I was out. Black ink, gun, gloves, and stencil. Got back paid, gave him the change as tip and said "I have a feeling you'll deserve it - Baker: I am badass at tattoos (with a smile)!". He informed me "I tattoo really fast" and that i'd be done in less than five more than likely. Discussed with one of the guys who was leaving the plans for the night. "She (his wife) is going to Sassy Ann's, so i'm just planning on drinking. If your down for some drinking let me know!" - "Fuck yeah, we'll talk". He put the stencil on both sides of my foot and let me "dance-around" so I could choose. I picked and he went to town. Puts the ointment over the stencil before going over it with the needle. As he did the first piece of the line he asked if I felt badass. And later asked again after knowing it was at the painful point. He finished quickly and rubbed the ointment across and bandaged me up. Told me to leave it bandaged for 1-2 hours, clean it with soap and water, air dry, then add ointment - just enough to cover it all not globby. Told me to have a good night, I said the same, and our time together ended.
Friday, April 16, 2010
No sense at all.
Intense feelings swim through my body,
I can feel their presence in my veins.
Excitement takes a dive,
while fear does a cannon-ball.
Complete uncertainty about how and where to move forward,
might as well be hitting the accelerator and the brakes simultaneously.
A leap of faith, picture Idina Menzel's monologue in "RENT", to be happy.
New life path, complete without a map, topped with the exploration of self - and Europe.
Come on summer, treat me well,
or at least give me cheap booze to plug the fear and aid the excitement.
If it wasn't scary it wouldn't be worth it, right?
The courageous parts of life are the ones worth living.
Every boring day of my life has already been forgotten,
I think that means I don't need to have anymore.
Too young to have a life already forgotten,
Where's the diving board?
I'm ready to take this shit to the next level.
I can feel their presence in my veins.
Excitement takes a dive,
while fear does a cannon-ball.
Complete uncertainty about how and where to move forward,
might as well be hitting the accelerator and the brakes simultaneously.
A leap of faith, picture Idina Menzel's monologue in "RENT", to be happy.
New life path, complete without a map, topped with the exploration of self - and Europe.
Come on summer, treat me well,
or at least give me cheap booze to plug the fear and aid the excitement.
If it wasn't scary it wouldn't be worth it, right?
The courageous parts of life are the ones worth living.
Every boring day of my life has already been forgotten,
I think that means I don't need to have anymore.
Too young to have a life already forgotten,
Where's the diving board?
I'm ready to take this shit to the next level.
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