- Mood:
Dead - Listening to: the noises & voices in my head
- Reading: nothing @ the moment
- Watching: History Channel
- Playing: nothing
- Eating: 1 meal a day
- Drinking: coffee
...Do what we have to do to keep on keeping on. I'm not the most regular keeper of a journal, here or any of the other places I make efforts to keep track of my life. Nor am I the busiest of Artists(in tattooing or any other medium) simply because I have to work at doing other things to support my existence. As a tradesman I am a carpenter/woodsmith, etc, or have been most of my adult life. This is a pretty useful skill set but far from gratifying. It is very strenuous and often very dangerous. For the last few years I've been making great efforts to get away from this; mostly because I've decided that enough is enough with all the damage to my body it brings. But alas, it never lasts long enough and now, as of the last 3 weeks, a buddy and I have been working on a rather large project in this field. This time however I'm not constructing anything but DE-constructing. We have taken on the removal of an old (built 1922), very large (40x60) dairy barn. There is quite a bit of valuable lumber and timber in it so we may actually be able to make enough to cover our time in taking the old place down. This project, and others like it, are often the reason I find myself away from the computer, the easel, and the tattoo machines for long periods of time. I am also constantly worrying over the next injury that is waiting around the corner to put me down, lay me up, for long periods of time; again. The other day we were lifting down a rather large and heavy 6"x8"x12' beam, each of us on an end. Just as we had it directly above our heads Mark lost control of his end and I got the brunt of it. Fortunately it wasn't very serious, but oh so damn painful. The end of the beam caught me on the inside of the left forearm with enough force to stretch and literally TEAR the skin like paper, and bruise me to the bone. As I'm a lefty and quite partial to my arm and hand I was damn near in a panic for a few seconds. The wound is only a couple inches long and getting close to healed now but it was another reminder. A reminder to get this kind of shit done in my life, so I can afford my studio rent for a few months, and get back to doing what I do best; creating Art and slinging ink. My time in the construction field has been full of many good times, great friends, and fond memories, but the scars, broken bones, and never healing injuries now out-weigh any of the other stuff to the point that I really hope taking DOWN a couple structures to sell off the antique timber and lumber will be my last great hoo-rah in the industry. All I really want to do is paint, draw, and sling some ink every so often. I don't think I am asking for too much.
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make your vision a reality
it's ink applied with bamboo sticks, with some watered down ink in some places
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Emilyaholic
i am very thankful and flater
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