Talent: Marisa Kakoulas and Margot Mifflin On Tattooing

Such a great piece on Cool Hunting today!

Veteran tattoo artists that happen to be female.

 

I love the part about the gypsy tattoo.  That female face – why?  Don’t get me wrong, these can be beautiful.  But I’m just curious about what that actually means to the person who wants that tattoo.

Here is another great piece of history from the article:  “Jesse Knight, the first British female tattooist, who started in 1921. She learned from her dad, who tattooed the family crest on her back. She was the only female artist in the UK for decades; she ran her own shop and built her own machines. A client Knight tattooed when she was in her 60s remembers her lighting a match and holding it out to prove she still had a steady hand, and she still tattooed into the ‘80s. Happily, a lot of her flash and photos of her work survive—you can see it in the book. She was a true pioneer.”

Check out the article and the links to Powerhouse Arena regarding the panel discussion.

Interview: Marisa Kakoulas and Margot Mifflin on Tattooing in the New Millennium – Cool Hunting.

Pleasant Torture?

Write about your strongest memory of heart-pounding belly-twisting nervousness: what caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond?

That’s my question, up there.  It’s the daily inspiration.  Of course I wrote it days ago, and forgot to post it.  Blah!

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My strongest memory of heart-pounding belly-twisting nervousness was when I enrolled in acting school and actually had to perform.  In front of humans.  Most of which I didn’t know at all.  The rest I had met one day a week prior.

I’m shy and I’m scared to death but I went up there and I did my best.  And then it turned into an adrenaline rush, and I didn’t want it to end.  EVER!!!  But every week I’d feel that same terror, the same sickness.  But I’d go up and do the scene and each time, I didn’t want it to end.  It was like pleasant torture.  It brought out the best in me, and it showed me I had strength to do what I never thought I could.  Best therapy ever.  

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I got to do so many cool things while in Basic Technique I and II.  Then I went on to Scene Study, and was dragged by much younger, cooler and hipper people to Improv.  And that’s where I met my husband.  Pretty awesome, right?  No wonder our Kiddo is so….dramatic!

Awww. He’s Sick. I Wanna Kill Him!

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I’m flabbergasted. (And I can’t seem to get rid of that image of the happy birthday cake.  Pretend it says Happy Fucking New Year, okay?)

Hah hah! I’ve always wanted to use that word.

Now, I get sick on an average of 4 to 5 or even 6 times per year. I rang in the new year with a sinus/ear special infection, and have been recovering with the cursed antibiotics since.

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My husband, who proudly proclaims that he’s NEVER sick, is just that. Sick. He’s got bronchitis, and as soon as he got the Official Seal of Bronchitis, he’s taken to having a mantra of “I feel so sick” and then “oh my God”, and occasionally, “am I gonna die?” The final question has had a change in answer since yesterday. I now tell him “yes, yes you will. It’s up to you if it’s sooner or later”.

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Whining. Requesting all kinds of things. Being a total pain in the ass. Begging to have his temperature taken every 20 minutes.

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But I’m a Buddhist, and I’m working on my compassion. I’m trying, honestly. I have to wonder what the neighbors think as I walk from the sickbed (bedroom) to the kitchen saying something along the lines of “Okay honey. I’ll get you more water. And then I’ll dump it over your fucking head if you don’t stop telling me how shitty you feel and how to handle our daughter from your bed!!!!!”

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Do you know that yesterday was so bad that when my sister picked up Kiddo and I to go to Walmart, I was excited!!! I HATE Walmart with a passion!!!!

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Ah, and on the final bit. I am now sick. Ugh. I feel so sick. Oh my GOD! Am I gonna die??

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Master Inker?

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I didn’t get to see Ink Master last night.  Oh my god, I wanted to see it so badly!  Like I was a 16 year old wanting to see Johnny Rotten perform live (yeah, I wanted that all the time when I was 16.  17, 18, 19, 20, 21 and probably for a few more years too).  But Kiddo couldn’t sleep.  She was scared.  So I shed Mama Tattoo to be plain old Mama and cuddled up in her bed with her.

There’s nothing quite like sleeping with my daughter.  I have to make her face the wall and not speak to me.  This is an exercise in futility.  She likes to “talk” to me about, well, everything.  This is where she tells me that her teacher tells her to wake up during the day.  It’s when she tells me her real feelings about her classmates (she does this using a scale of her 7 year old hands being spread apart or slammed together.  Sometimes the hands spread apart, come together and form a heart.  This I usually miss because I’ve turned the other way in an effort to ignore her.  But it’s impossible.  I’m sorry, look, I know how irritating it is to hear about someone’s kid, but mine is so frigging entertaining, and sweet, and funny.

I fell asleep moments after I felt the twitch.  She twitches as she falls asleep.  I usually wait for two twitches and then it’s safe to get up and go to the living room.  I was out before #2!

So don’t tell me who won.  I will watch it today after volunteering for the book fair in Kiddo’s school.  My guess is that Tatu Baby will be out, that Joey will be out and that Jime will win.  Coming back next year should be Kyle.  I was so sad to see him go.  I love Tatu Baby, but I really thought he should have been part of the final three.

I totally loved Craig, and I have to say I didn’t like the show as much once he was gone.

I’ll update when I catch up!!