Cute for cuteness' sake

I'm working on a new portfolio, since I left mine at Off the Map by accident.
I'm making new stickers and business cards.
I'm wanting a new website asap, but I have a lot of issues surrounding that.

So much to do now that I'm back in Minnesota.
I'll be working hard in between appointments this week.
Planning doesn't leave much time for doing.

I had a very rough start to my day.
My tattoo equipment was locked in my car,
and the only known key was in Meryl's pocket at the University.
After some borrowed cars and special trips,
I had things almost figured out in time for this too-cute giraffe tattoo.



It was two and a half hours of forearm fun.
I let her in on all of my secrets, and she even sat through a critique of the tattoos I did out east last week.
That's a buttload of honesty to witness the first time getting tattooed by me.
Most tattoo artists try and play like they are perfect,
and that absolute trust and loyalty needs to be shown.
I'm more of the feeling that we're all in this together,
and it's exactly what we make it.
So cuteness happened, and we were both pleased.

Back in the MPLS

A title playing off of a Beatles song?
I must be tired.

Yesterday was jam packed with traveling.
Thanks to Kristen for getting up even earlier, and taking me to the Springfield bus station at 4 am.

I fell asleep on buses, on planes, even on hot mom's shoulders.
You can take my window seat for your little brat kid,
but I'm going to be leaning on something.
I hope you don't mind,
but honestly, my embarrassment sensor has always been a little dull.
I woke up with half of my body in someone else's seat, my mouth ajar,
and I didn't feel a bit ashamed.

It's nice to be back in Minnesota.
Except for the hail and sleet that I woke up to.
Our groundhog had four shadows this year, so they are predicting a spring sometime in June.
I can't wait.

I'll miss the Maynard House, that's for sure.
We're going to set up an exchange program with them,
sending selected applicants to the other awesome city for residencies.
All I need on my side is a quality house name.

Now I'm off to Identity Tattoo, where it's a packed house.
Mr Kevin McNutt has been doing a guest spot back here while I've been gone, and he's working some of this week as well.
I have a few hours before my first appointment to unpack my stuff and get back into the swing of things.

The Final Day

I think I tattooed for 9.5 hours today.
Michelle and I threw down some color in those flowers, and she took it like a champ.
Then Kristen sat through this peony on her shoulder for a couple hours.



When it was Mary's turn, I found myself tattooing next to some very nice tattoos done in a no-outline painterly manner, of which I almost never do.
But when in Rome......
She didn't look until we were completely finished.
I only took a couple of peeks myself.
(kidding)
I didn't get a decent photo, since it was dark outside (and inside), but she promises a photo by email soon.
I think I earned a few points.
Her and her boyfriend are super good people, and I wish them the best with everything.
Off the Map and all of the guest artists are so fortunate to have her.


It's now midnight.
In four hours I'm headed to the bus station.
Then to the airport.
And finally home.
I will probably sleep the rest of the day away,
but will be back at Identity Tattoo bright and not so early Tuesday.

A Rainy Sunday Morning.

It's raining,
and I'm kinda sick.
Maybe allergies?
I'm running at about 75%.
But today is the last day of me tattooing here at Off the Map,
so I only have 3 tattoos left to tough it out through.
I think it's three flowers, too.
Michelle is getting hers finished from November,
then Kristen,
and then Mary the Miraculous Multi-tasker is getting some yet to be drawn up flower and moth creation.

And that one HAS to be hot,
because there's a lot riding on it.
Like the title of "Favorite Guest Artist."
Right now me and Timmy B are running neck to neck.
He's charming, and cute, it's true.
But he's about 3 or 4 shirts behind in the gift giving category.
And none of his super hot tattoos can be found on Mary's skin.
And now every shirt he gives her, and every tattoo he does on her will only be an empty gesture that's an obvious attempt to catch up.
Ha.
So, Mr Timmy B, the stakes are being upped today,
at about 5:30pm.
I will fight through the sniffles, and hold in the sneezes.

The last couple days have been pretty busy.
Friday night was the get together at Sierra Grill.
Northampton on one side, Wallingford on the other.
It was an awesome dinner, and I'm pumped so many people drove so many miles.
We had a few more than expected, and then a few more showed up, really testing the patience of the Grill.

Afterward, a bunch of us hit up the WWII.
I don't know how to explain it.
A dork bar with dancing and Karaoke.
But not hipster dorks, real ones.
We fit in perfectly, especially when I was on the dance floor.
In my tie.

There's been tattooing happening as well.
Yesterday Sarah and Big Dean rocked the day away.
She's headed down to St Thomas to live, and needed a memory of Connecticut.
Oak trees are the state tree, and who doesn't love an acorn?

Big Dean and I have figured out a healing method for him that works successfully.
Being the main man bike mechanic at Pedal Power in Middletown means he gets a lot of chemicals and serious grossness all up on those arm tattoos.
But the Star Wars sleeve we finished yesterday is looking good.
We did some Tie Fighters, and general background for about 5 hours.


Tomorrow I head back to Minnesota,
where it will be so good to see Meryl
and be back in my very comfy station in Identity Tattoo,
but now I'm off to win hearts and titles in my final day of Off the Map.

Whale tales.

Yesterday was a big day, since Mr. Rich got his knee to foot sleeve finished.
It's been going on for 5 years.
That takes us way back,
all the way to the Lincoln St shop in Cromwell.
egads.
So we did some filling in, and connecting pieces to make it look like everything was a part of the bigger plan.
And we also added a few gull guys, since I've been doing wings every day, and didn't want to break the streak.
(he also asked for them)

Rich sat so well, he fell asleep.
He seemed slightly embarrassed about it, but I think that's awesome.
Tough guys always claim they fell asleep during their last tattoo,
but falling asleep and passing out aren't exactly the same.

I talk some smack about dudes.
Dudes are usually a-holes.
Unless, however, they are my dudes.
And my dudes are coming out in numbers tonight.
We've made a reservation for 15 tonight at the Sierra Grill in Northampton, MA, but if you want to show up, we'll tell the front person to grab a few more chairs.
It'll be the craziest mix up of people ever.
Northampton meets Wallingford.
Even my sister is showing up,
getting off of a plane from Detroit,
and driving north instead of toward New Haven.

A couple days left, then it's back to MPLS,
with a camera full of pictures,
and the want to plan the next East Coast trip.

A few birthday wishes,
going out to Mr Lucky Lambright,
and my Northampton Handyman Jamie.
38, and 29, respectively.
I'm all dressed up to celebrate,
getting older and not casual friday.

My, how the time does fly!

Tina made me promise that I wouldn't post this picture.
Of course, then I felt obligated to post it twice.
So, I compromised, and only posted it once.
I'm sure all parties will find this outcome most agreeable.



Tina and Jay come out wherever I am.
They bring bags of vegan treats and cases of Dr Pepper, or take me out to dinner.
They've come to Northampton before, and Boston, and I stayed with them over the holidays.
This time, however, Jay thought he'd switch things up a bit, and actually get tattooed.
I think I met at least some of the criteria he asked for with this piece.




The top half was mostly stenciled, while the legs and everything below them were Sharpied on.
Jay sat like a champ, and it took about 5 1/2 hours.

Dean also came up for the day.
He and Jay are a dangerous combination for tattoos.
I was laughing so hard a few times, I had to stop.
Other times, I probably ought to have stopped but didn't.
I fought through the tears, and got it done.
I'm sure the time went by way faster for me than Jay,
but that's what he gets.
Time flies when you're having fun.

Day 2, and already busting out skull carrots?

Both my customers today not only used to get tattooed by me in CT, but they both have visited me out in MN at Identity Tattoo for more work since.
Today they've added MA to their list of states where I've tattooed them, and they don't know each other.
Crazy.

Rob sneakily by-passed my normal booking process and scheduled a spot with me by giving the shop a call and a deposit over the phone.
That meant I was overbooked by a lot, but I moved some things around to make it work.
I also tattooed 10 hours today.
He came to the shop with a music note that his friend drew for him in 2005, and somehow we did nothing even close to that.
Instead, I Sharpied this brutal bunny and carrot piece, and it just seemed a better fit.
Really?
I thought so.






(Maybe it was the carrot soup Eva bought me for lunch.)
Kyle Mack, the purple was for you.

Today is Jay Mcmanus' birthday, so tomorrow I tattoo some "time flies" themed stuff on him.
He might be bringing a few people.
And Albie Rock might drive down from his mountain and meet up with us as well.

So much good stuff is going on.
It's a lot to pack into a week.
So far I'm keeping up.

"Who will thresh the wheat?"

Tyrant and T were there when I landed in Boston,
rocking a Mr Hebrank sign.
Nice.
I'm pretty sure that's a first for me.
We hit up the vegan restaurant Grasshopper in Allston, MA on our way to Northampton,
which is a must if you're in the area.
It's all vegan, and next to a vegan pizza place as well.

I was dropped off at the Maynard House, where awesome folks and good food were waiting for me.
Heather, who doesn't even live here, made a soup for me that was in the fridge and literally had my name on it.
Vegan lasagna and zucchini bread from Amy and Jaime.


I have way more than my share of awesome people around me.
Generous and loyal kids who go way out of their way to make sure you got what you need, and then some.
I've weeded out by now the people who Albie Rock refers to as "weak sauce".
I know the Little Red Hens of the world, making that tasty bread.
Pockets filled with scraps of paper,
to-do lists and books to read.
I'm glad to be able to share stories and hugs with friends of friends who are immediately new friends.
Everyone that I'm close with seems to be working on a big project right now.
Finding good company, working hard, and keeping each other focused.
I think somehow all of the many plans we have are tied together.
I surround myself with those who contribute.

Things were pretty easy at Off the Map today.
Amber got crows above each of her elbows, but I didn't get a picture.
She's an animal fixer and an amazing photographer.
It was nice to hang out again.

Amy wanted a couple of cute little pine cones, so that's what we did.
We did the pine needles in a greywash only (to keep them subtle),
so I'll try and snap another photo of it later on in the week.
Don't mind the yellow Sharpie around it.
I'm sure that will wash off.



I have drawings to do for tomorrow.
Planned tattoos and unplanned.
It's 1 am, but only midnight my time.
I took it easy today, and will make up for it tomorrow.

East Coast Bound.

I leave tomorrow for Massachusetts, bright and early.
I'm packing right now, and knowing that I'm probably forgetting everything.
I'm feeling pretty stressed out & not at all prepared, but it's ok.
Once I hit the East Coast, I'll be well taken care of.

Tyrant is meeting me at the Boston airport, which beats the Peter Pan bus I took last time by something like 4 billion per cent.
The Maynard House just so happens to have the spare room open again for me. And this time, there's even a real bed (though last time, the inflatable bedroom palace was pretty dope)
Heather and Lori are back in town.
The Wallingford kids are filling a few cars and headed up for some fun.
It's McManus's birthday, and he's getting a half sleeve.
Albie Rock is scheduled to drive down so we continue the Big Plans.
Friday night is party night at Evolution in Northampton.
If you're in the area, we want you there. 9pm.


Today I started early and stayed late.
Packing up all your supplies to bring on the plane makes you never want to do a guest spot.
Or makes you want to use a very limited palate.
I should do a week where I only do black and grey pieces.
Ha.

I finished this butterfly rib piece today.
She has 11 butterflies now.
Really.
These five took maybe 7 hours split into two sessions.
She's tough as nails, and gets some serious props from me.



Alright, back to packing.
See all you Atlantic-ers soon.

Moving pictures with words.

I'm desperately trying to play catch up, while still getting ready for my guest spot at Off the Map coming up next week. I work the next two days, then leave Sunday.
AND I'm sick.

I did four tattoos today, but managed to squeeze in a few super limited shirt colors.
I had 6 burgundy and 6 brown shirts, which I printed with a light tan.
I think it's 2 smalls, 2 mediums, and 2 larges or each.

I'm excited for big fun in Northampton this time.
Last time was all work and little play,
and even though I'm doing 7 days of work straight,
I got some extras scheduled.

If you're going to be around, you should come visit.
I'll be at the shop from 12-9 everyday.
It's an hour from most of Connecticut, so pack a lunch and come say hello.

Also, my homeboy Jake from FXtattoos in Ohio made me this sweet moving gif banner that tells it like it is.
Thanks Jake!

Four Years Young.

Identity Tattoo has been making people way hotter for four years today.

I'm sure glad it's there, tucked between a diner that doesn't know how to make baked potatoes, and an old lady salon that sends horrible hair burning smells seeping into our space.

Todd Lambright, owner and tattooer, sure makes it a super awesome place to work.
I couldn't imagine working anywhere else, and when visitors come by, like Albie Rock did last week, they get pretty jealous of the way it's run.

It was a pretty crazy day today, and I think we only casually brought up the anniversary a couple times while talking about other things.
But it's a good thing to take a minute and give it a tough guy head nod or some other show of appreciation.

Nice job, Mr Todd.

Finishing Full

Today was the last day of Albie Rock's week-long art/work vacation.
It's been seven days of non-stop eating,
with tattooing, drawing, and screenprinting mixed in only so we didn't rupture our stomachs and send pureed ethnic food seeping through our insides.
Today we ended the feasting at Babani's, the first ever Kurdish restaurant in the United States.
Really, really good.

It's in St Paul, so we made a half day of it over there.

We stopped in the St Paul Cathedral, took pictures and got all weak-kneed at the hot style and fancy art stuff.
Swan lamps?



Then to 7th street,
where we did a little MAN-tiquing.
Into dusty basements and backrooms full of so many things that would look so great in my house.

Then we went to Identity Tattoo, and finished up the week by doing all of the girls shirts in one shot.
Light greyish blue girly shirts, with plum-y purple ink on the front.
There's also the almost same grey/blue shirt color colored eleven on the backside of the shirt.
A bouquet of awesome.
$15 each.




This blog right now brings the post total to two hundred.
Two hundred posts on my blog's almost two year anniversary.
Albie Rock started his almost one year ago to this day while out here in MPLS last time.
And Identity Tattoo turns the big four this Wednesday.
That's a lot of anniversary happenings.

Speaking of numbers,
I will be out east in no time at all.
5 days?
Get ready, Northampton.
Stock up on your sleep now, my Maynard friends.
See you soon.

The newness.

We had a bucket full of ideas, and only 7 days to fit it all in.
Who got any sleep this week?
Not me.

Today was nice.
After a bunch of way-too-cold-for-March days,
it warmed up, and things melted.
We did Seward Cafe, the Walker Art Museum, and a walk through a very floody sculpture garden.
Then back to Identity Tattoo to print up these guy's shirts.

Avacado!
The tuba image is front and center, and for a little extra bit of hotness, the Roman Numeral eleven is on the back left side (in a slightly more subtle value).




If the very next thing you want to do is paypal me some loot, and email me your address and your size, that's probably the correct response.
The shirts come in guys S, M, L, XL, and 2XL.
Guess how much?
(Are you an asshole?)
11 dollars.

The printing of girl's shirts happens tomorrow.
Making stuff right through the weekend,
right up to the very last minute.

Unlucky left feet on Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th.
Not lucky.... and definitely not casual.

Even though I didn't post any superstitious sketches on the blog the night before,
Chef Jeff was ready to rock way before the shop even opened.
His territorial guarding of the parking lot paid off with a painful foot tattoo.

Albatrosses are good luck, especially for boats on the ocean.
But if you killed one, it usually meant the ill fate of the ship. The other sailors were said to have wrapped it around the offending killers neck,
as a punishment,
and maybe as a tattle-baby show of who was the asshole when the big badness arrived.

So we played the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack,
had a sing-a-long,
broke some mirrors, and got down to business.

Albie Rock and I are almost done with two different shirt designs, a sticker, and a plan for some serious long term collaborative action.
There's so much to do, and we're still adding more to the list.
It's less of a list now, and more of a map.

Today's the last day Albie will be at the shop this visit.
We've had some pretty dope people stopping by and joining in on the fun.
Thanks to Ryan and Rebecca for their portable potato party.
Baking potatoes isn't rocket science, Henry, but don't worry.
We're well taken care of over here at Identity Tattoo.
Todd had been an awesome host.
Albie has been the perfect guest.
One last day for open sign business time.
Then two days more of day off art making.
Time is limited.
Make sure it's spent well.

The eve of craziness.

Naked Monday happened today, of course.
I do my best to keep this blog NSFW.
You're welcome.



There's a winter storm advisory warning for tomorrow.
It's been so nice here lately,
but Albie Rock's flight is tomorrow.
So naturally,
the temperature is dropping,
and the precipitation is preceding him.
No problem,
I have his favorite scarf for him to borrow.

Albie Rock is without question the most prolific human being I have ever met.
I'm stocked on Dr Pepper and fancy Root Beer,
I don't need much sleep,
and I feed heavily on other people's excitement.
I can't help but feel that this is going to be such an epic week.

When time throws you a punch son, you've got it take it on the chin

Today was so stuffed full,
I didn't even need to eat.
Toast and Dr Pepper saw me safely through to an 11pm solo dinner party.
I mean, it was a lot of soda.
So many calories, I could probably not eat tomorrow as well, but it's Seward Cafe day, and then Camden is having us all over for supper.

A William Elliot Whitmore cd arrived in the mail, courtesy of Julie.
That's one of his lines up there, titling this post.
If you come to Identity Tattoo on the 13th, I'm guessing you'll get to hear a song or two.

I kicked off today transporting heavy furniture 2 car door style.
Thankfully, Casey did some secret girl scout knots and secured it all plenty.



I tattooed my face off today, and didn't finish anything.
Time threw some punches.
So did brutal neck swelling and bleeding.
(Not mine, thankfully)

I worked on this side piece for a solid four hours, and she would have kept going had I not had another appointment coming in.
I underestimated her heavily.
Next time I'll book her a full day.
Tough as nails.


Then Ben came in to get this Antlered Owl throat piece.
He's the one with the swelly neck.
And even though I put in 5 hours of breakneck stabbing action, and stayed to a homewreakingly late hour (kidding), we still have a decent more to do on it.
But holy crap.
It's not only an antlered bird,
acorns, leaves, and banners free of words;
it's also two separate cover-ups.
And other than the collar bone area,
he didn't seem to mind much.



I saw an owl or a hawk while driving on 169 North today.
It flew right over the car, and for some reason I focused on the rodent it had in it's talons instead of what kind of big ass bird it was.
But as crazy as that was, it didn't beat the day before,
when on the same highway,
I had to avoid a head on collision with another car.
It wasn't me driving the wrong way down the highway,
but it really shakes you up for a second,
and makes you wonder if you're the a-hole.

Stay on your side of the freeways,
and don't forget to change your clocks, kids.
I lost an hour while typing this up,
and I'm not that slow.

Not a hard choice, kids.

Quit kidding yourself,
and book your appointment with Albie Rock today.

Albie Rock will be tattooing at Identity Tattoo next week!
March 11th, 12th, 13th, and 14th.
We are now booking appointments with him at the shop.
763.535.1313

If you missed him last year,
If you got your tax return or stole your boyfriends wallet,
If you have any skin left untattooed,
If you read his blog more than mine,
I would make sure to get in and see him.

He's way better in real life than the stories Ben will be telling about him afterward.
He'll be taking my room, and I'll be in the fourth room, previously used only for screen printing.
Don't worry, you'll still hear me.
I promise.

Next week also marks the 4th anniversary of Identity Tattoo.
And, in case you haven't been reading the blog,
Friday the 13th will be a big deal.

Anyway.
I did some tattooing today.
Mr Shoes came by only yesterday and wanted an owl, and I was able to sneak him in today.
Hadn't seen him in a while, and we had a lot to catch up on.
We fit this pretty big piece on his pretty small forearm.

A fence sitting owl.
He's probably just resting there, and not signaling his lack of commitment
or flagging his inability to make a decision.
Wise, they say.

Painting and planning

March Madness.

But forget the overpriced sneakers, Gatorade,
bad grades, and seeds that don't grow.

This will be a pretty big month if it all falls into place.

Albie Rock will be hitting Minnesota again, exactly one year since his last visit.
The girls shirts are ordered.
The guys shirts are already at the shop.
There will be screenprinting,
tattooing,
and puppet making
in between vegan feasting competitions.


The Maynard House and Off the Map Tattoo will be hosting me for 7 days late in the month. It'll be good to be back on the East Coast for a minute, even if I will be tattooing the entire time.

I kicked off the weekend and the new month at the Seward Cafe, as always.
I spent the rest of the day painting and trying to catch up on emails.
This is from life, 1 hour, 20 minutes, with another 30 minutes of work done afterwards.
These studies are building up to something, but I haven't figured out what yet.



I did this tattoo earlier in the week, and forgot all about it.
Chef Ryan got it in his underarm.
I think it means he's going vegan.
I'm not sure, you'll have to ask him.



Don't forget the 13th falls on a Friday again this month.
I have 5 drawings that need to become tattoos that day.
I am probably going to keep them under wraps until the night before.
First come, first served.
See you then.