Being a tattoo artist is an interesting way of life.
Its about observation.
Not giving up in the face of certain failure, pain, and at times, death.
The fire inside
It has driven me past the boundaries of anything I thought I would ever do or be capable of.
I couldn't care less about words like " safe" and " comfortable" .
I don't even know what that fucking means.
Giving it all, all the time.
It's the only way I know.
Learning this craft has forced me to have a greater understanding of myself, and what goes on around me.
Paying attention to what is often ignored or overlooked.
Both organic and inorganic.
They either find you or they don't.
You get it or you won't.
Despite it's inherent complexity, tattooing has always provided me sanctuary from the insanity that goes on in my head.
The incessant volume and input of information.
An island of imagery and good old fashion hard work.
There is no filler here.
Every word has a meaning and every photo has a story.
For over 20 years, this has all I have ever known or ever wanted to do.
I'd like to say that I chose tattooing.
But the fact is that it chose me.
Thanks for taking the time to check it out.