Check out all the art, but I want to know what you think of Jacob’s most particularly. I can’t stop looking at it! A great big thank you to Fuck Yeah, Tattoos for turning me onto this amazing shop!
THE centuries-old art of tattooing is celebrated in an exhibition at the National Gallery of Victoria.
Tatau is the Polynesian word for “tap”, referring to the traditional method of inking by tapping sharpened bones into the skin.
Guest curator Loketi Nuia Latu said she hoped the exhibition would give people a glimpse of the cultural meanings of Pacific tattoo designs – including the rules that surround them.
I was sauntering around the Tattoo Convention in July when I very literally felt a shift of energy. No, I wasn’t high. Not that I’d tell you if I was, but I wasn’t. I found myself in front of a booth, much like many others surrounding it, but when I looked at the book on it’s table, I discovered that this was much, much different.
I really wanted to speak to the artist, but he was clearly busy and I’m shy, so I ran away sheepishly, as usual. But I did take his card and I did not forget what I had seen. Look at this card:
Seriously. Have you ever seen anything like that?? Now let me give you my very amateur impression of H.H.’s work. I feel it is unburdened somehow, very colorful and bright, spiritual in a purer sense than many artists I’ve encountered (that’s artists in general, not just skin art) and humorous. All at the same fucking time!! He’s young and he’s got this amazing energy that sure pulled me in and made me very interested in seeing more of his work and to definitely save some real estate for him to ink at another time. You must check out his site, and please tell him that Mama sent you. The video is beyond charming, but my favorite section is the sketch book. He’s based in Colorado, but he clearly travels and I think that’s awesome. I also love that his name reminds me of H.R. Puffnstuff. But again, I’m not high.
Here are a few pieces that I truly love, but I don’t do justice to them. You should see the site. Links on each picture!
What a beautiful place – mountains, the lake, trees everywhere you looked, and best of all, the hotel pool. I love hotel pools!! That to me is vacation 101. Maid service is just as nice and magical, I must admit. We had a refrigerator in our room which we fully stocked with water bottles, juice thingys and beer. I mean, what good is a balcony if you can’t drink beer on it?? Oh wait, we never did that. We just drank in our room! The bed was huge and super comfy. Of course, Kiddo slept in the middle for most of the vacation, but there was STILL enough room on either side that we weren’t constantly wondering if we’d end up on the floor. I’ll take it!
My sister kind of spazzed out the other night while walking out onto the balcony. I so wish I had filmed it for you. It would be an instant viral classic. She slid open the glass door, and then proceeded to kick down the sliding screen door. All the while, she’s going “oh! oh! oh!” and her hands were fluttering like helpless little butterflys. But her feet were trompin that shit like she was a skinhead at some kinda hate rally!!!! I swear to god, it was one of the funniest things I have ever seen in my life.
One night we were laying in bed (Man, going to bed early on vakay sucks!!!! But such is life with a 6 year old!) and we were watching tv. Now, some of you may be familiar with the phenomanon called “Honey Boo Boo”, but I wasn’t. I was not prepared for this mini train wreck. Oh. My. God. Really?? Slicing up roadkill that was named by your child to eat so you can save money for more pageant stuff. To eat to stay alive and feed your family in hard economic times? Oh yes, I understand that. But THIS??? How long until someone calls CPS?
Kiddo was weird for a good bit of the vacation and was kind of afraid of everything. Moms, have you encountered this, or is it unique to Kiddo? Was afraid of the indoor pool. Was afraid of the slides at the water park (she’s been on similar ones with no issue). Afraid of the go-karts at the Fun Spot until she went in to the mini one where she could drive herself. It was her against a Hassidic family, and I swear to God, she came ALIVE in that racetrack!! The kids were so adorable and so friggin funny!!! I’m yelling “watch out for this boy behind you!! He’s got the need for speed!” He says “I apologize, but I’m going to beat your daughter!” I”m rolling, seriously! He couldn’t have been more than 7. His dad and I were in hysterics. She did that about 3 times. The second time it was just her and a little French Canadian boy that she kept bumping with the kart. I’m like “Yo! Danica, slow down! You’re not supposed to be bumping!” but she just kept chewing her lip and letting this boy have it! Again, ultra nice people. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I had any asshole encounters in Lake George at all! Maybe I should move there…
After we all did the go karts, we tried laser tag for the very first time. Now, why I have not tried this before is beyond me. They set my family against these 3 teenaged boys and one little girl. I ran smack into one of the boys at least twice. I could NOT stop laughing. I was yelling things to them and shot at them and it was hilarious. When we left I heard the boys saying “that lady was a total riot! She was SO funny!”
I did see tattoos, lots of them. But many were tribal and that’s not my favorite type. I did stop in at one shop, but they were busy and I split. It must be lots of tourist trade with flash work, but I don’t really know for sure. The best was seeing what I believe was a Shaker family looking in the window of a tattoo shop and later seeing them by the bead store. Teenaged girls in handmade dresses down to their ankles. I wonder how they feel when they’re away from home. I smiled at them and the big sweet smiles I got back made my heart feel warm.
We did the obligatory cruise thing on the Adirondac ship. That’s where I encountered the one bitch I met during the entire vacation. She’s one of those SEATgulls. We got up for a second and she swooped in on our seats. (there were open seats, but she didn’t want anything but ours!) I handled that. LOL
That’s it for now. Glad to be home! Hope you had or are going to have a little break this summer. Tonight I will return with one more really interesting artist I came across at the convention. Here’s a taste of the work that I really loved! H.H. Littlesky.
See you later!!
Okay. So where was I?? Ah yes!
Well, I want to start with the story of Brandon Bond, of All Or Nothing Tattoo in Smyrna, Georgia. He owns one of the fifty one pit bulls that were rescued from Michael Vick’s dogfighting disgrace. Something truly so horrible that I can’t picture it or conceptualize it, it’s like a demon that I can’t let have the space to mess with my psyche, morphing into something unbelievably pure and beautiful.
I became aware of Brandon’s film from 2009 at the convention. It’s available on DVD and it tells this remarkable story. You can get it here – Vicktory To The Underdog. Kinda perfect, wouldn’t you say?? Also, if you’re in Georgia, please check out:
I knew nothing about his work with dogs or all of the various charities he’s involved with, and I’m very happy to have learned that despite all the bad news and awful shit we hear, there are people like Brandon who is as compassionate as he is talented.
Here is his website for the tattoo shop: All Or Nothing Tattoo.
So I told the people at her little booth that I had tried to get in touch for a possible tattoo, which I mentioned before. They pulled me inside, they checked everywhere, but could not find the email and thus the reason they never got back in touch with me. Her manager (I assume he’s her manager) asks if I can come back tomorrow. He asked if I could email him the photo/s of what I wanted. I told him I had no firm plan to come back, but that I certainly could if she could make time for me.
Came home, scanned the pictures, emailed him, didn’t hear back until around 2PM on Sunday when he said “Are you here?” in response to what I sent. Told him no, asked what was up, never heard back. Oh Fuckin Well. I can still swim for the rest of the summer. 🙂
Voodoo Tattoo / Ken Kile:
Have you heard of Ken Kile?? Holy shit – this guy is SO incredibly talented. I got in touch with Voodoo and they told me that I could use some photos as long as I give him credit. Dude, I give him all the credit in the world! He’s out of Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania. I’ll give you the link below with the photos. Seriously, check these out and tell me I’m not crazy. How detailed and amazing is this work?? There’s nothing further to say, so I’m posting a slew of photos – they do the speaking for me!
Voodoo Tattoo – 332 E. Second Street – Bloomsburg, PA 17815 Phone – 570 387 5022
There will most likely be a bit more to this, but that will be worried about tomorrow…. Isn’t that what Scarlet said in Gone With The Wind?? I’ll worry about the tattoos…tomorrow!
It’s like a blur! I can’t believe how many shops, suppliers, magazines, removal units and Hells Angels were at the Nassau Coliseum today! I had so much fun, and I did it all by my lonesome!
I’m posting a few pictures that I snagged while walking around (and around and around). They were doing the classic stick and poke method of tattooing in the center of the Coliseum.
I will be writing much more in-depth about it all tomorrow (if I’m not back there, that is!) But I did want to drop in and say that I’m so excited about my blog, and I really do love the energy of creative people. It’s utterly stimulating and the only problem for me is that I’m ready to plunk down and get ink over and over and over again! But I didn’t today. If I do get work done tomorrow (by Amy Nicolletto), that’s the only inking until September. I SO want to stay in the water this summer, but if its my only opportunity, then I’m going to take it.
Oh the dilemma of Mama Tattoo!!
On July 6th I had the pleasure of travelling to Woodhaven, Queens to meet and interview the women who are Beaver Tattoo. I had such a great time, and it was truly exciting to be in such a creative and strongly feminine environment. I think they were a bit taken aback by my lack of visable tattoos, but in the end of course I showed off the work I have, while making my first appointment for more more more!
We did the interview, and sadly the recording did not work, but I recall much of what was said and done, and will relay it to you here as best I can. I’m thrilled to tell you that I’ll be heading back in September for work with Natalia on my back or arm, and will correct and update anything I basically screw up herein!
I promised to tell you all about my incident at my daughter’s preschool last year, and here it is. I’m going to pull photos from various sources to illustrate this in a way that only I can do! (That means sorta pathetic)
It was the year end party where the kids got all their things together for us to lug home, and we brought in all kinds of goodies and drinks. I was having a particularly good time being the butt of all the jokes that the kids were playing and chasing them around the room to peals of laughter. I can’t recall if I was wearing the dreaded capri type pants or if I was wearing something else kind of short, but my ankle tattoo was visible.
Now, before I tell you what happened, let me just explain that I adore Ganesh, the obstacle removing elephant headed God in Hinduism. I’ve always wished I was Indian, loved Indian food, you name it. I was and have been a wannabe for longer than I can remember. One of my besties is Indian. She believes me to be fully insane! LOL
I had never really thought of getting a tattoo before, but woke up after having a dream of Ganesh and knew I needed to have his image on me permanently. Another of my besties found a wiccan woman who was a tattoo artist on a Sunday. I caller her on Monday and was being inked the next Saturday. Left ankle, beautiful work from a post card I’d gotten from India. This, my friends, was probably 1989 or so.
Now let’s jet back to the much closer past, where I’m in my mid forties at my only child’s preschool graduation party in my town, which is now largely Indian. Clearly, this is not an issue for moi. So, on that day – here’s a picture of my emotional state:
This, however was not to last.
A woman was scowling at me. Her daughter was a friend of a kid who had tried to bully my child (4 year olds – seriously??) but I had put the kibosh on that and all was well with the pre-K world. I sat down to take a break from the crazy kids, and she was now glaring at me. Kind of like this:
Now I have nothing against vampires, or angry women or Indians, but being so totally open at that moment, playing with children and truly loving every minute of being there, being aware that my child was proud that I was playing the clown made the realization that she was staring at me with an intense hatred into a sort of Twilight Zone episode. I was not prepared.
I smiled at her. I thought, maybe she’s having a shitty day. Her response? “What do you have on your ankle?” I frowned. I thought there was a bug on me or something, but no. It was Ganesh. “Oh! Ganesh,” I said. And just as I was about to tell her how dearly I love Ganesh, she shouted at me “And how would YOU like it if I had a picture of your Jesus tattooed on my body?”
Being a sensitive person, and as I said, having been in such a wonderful emotional place just seconds before, I kind of stammered. See, I felt like this:
But I said something to the effect of “Well, it’s a free country and since Jesus does not belong to me, and even if I were a Christian, I would certainly have no problem with you having….” But she cut me off. She shrieked at me, said something about “you people”, grabbed her (previously unknown why she was so) miserable child, and left.
I was shaken to the core. I felt so weak, so beaten up. Ugh.
And then I kind of felt like this:
Wait, wasn’t it The Specials who said “I go out on Friday Night and I come home on Saturday morning”…. Jeez that was a long time ago. And I loved the Specials. So there – we got my age-drop out of the way, again!
I was trolling around tonight and found some great art from a tattoo shop in Queens. It’s an all girl shop and I was just so excited to see what they have and what they do. I’ve emailed them asking if I can share their work. I’ll let you know what they say!
In the meantime, I’ve reached out to Gin at Timmy’s and I’m SO hoping I can set up an interview this week with her. Then I want to set up an appointment. I like my tattoo ideas very much and am so excited to get them permanently “installed”.
What do you guys think of flash? The below pictures are from oldtimertattoo.com, and they capture perfectly the work I used to see in the late seventies and early eighties. The top picture is what I presume was on walls for the ladies!
I’m thinking of flash because when I got my Ganesh tattoo 20 or 21 years ago, I had to find a picture that would translate perfectly because no one really knew who Ganesh was. But now I see him on flash. And lots of Buddha pictures too – and they’re not bad at all! But I really don’t ever want anything that I may see on someone else, you know? I want my own unique piece, and I hope I can manage to do that with a really talented artist.
I’m gonna go do something else now. But tomorrow I’ll be back with a story about my Ganesh tattoo and my daughter’s nursery school. It was a rumble yo! LOL Night night!