Eric is a weirdo. An awesome man who loves terrible metal and supports any dragon I paint. He works from the united states postal service and is nothing like Henry Chinaski. He is covered in dripping skulls and is becoming obsessed with dot shading ever since I showed him my tattoos from Mr. Albrigo. We threw a little biker dust on this human glove. I used a machine that wasn’t meant for stippling. I enjoy it and so did he.
i was gifted these acetates the first year i started tattooing. signed titty and all. i was pretty lucky right off the bat.
did these two the past couple of nights after work. i’m not completely happy with them, but i like them, regardless.
Good thing I took the day off.
painted these the other day. i like em.
I took Peter and his two girlfriends to the third Sunday market today. After 10 minutes the girls disappeared. We never saw them again. These gatherings are a big reason I love living in America’s heartland. I love antiques and I enjoy walking around, talking to vendors, and sifting through all the trinkets left behind by people who no longer exist. I found a few postcards as I always do, a small wooden desk from the late 1800’s, some funeral photos, and these handmade halloween masks. I also met a middle aged woman who shared my affinity for the swastika and funeral paraphernalia. Not a bad Sunday at all.
i spent mother’s day shooting guns, eating tomato sandwiches made by turbo’s mommy and painting this while chris yelled “no” over and over into my ear. i think it helped. thanks chris. i really like how this turned out despite the fact that it still looks unfinished.
i painted this one the other night. you’ve got yourself a knee cap, two forearms, and filler. i think this painting needs blue. the mom tattoo was a mother’s day special. we never do specials and ben came in and was the first to get one. i was happy to do it. we threw on this little NKC design right on his ditch. i hope he didn’t suffer too much. thanks ben!