Latenight Letterpressings.

14 and 15 hour days, kids.
I go to work, and then I go to work.
Here's my pretty lady getting dirty with a Vandercook,
while I'm showing off a burly vegan zebra cookie,
which I got two of from Hard Times Cafe.
It was all so good.
We finished the first mail art in ages,
and I'm so f'n into it.

It's been a lot of work,
and it cost a pretty penny to make.
And now that we're done making them look so nice,
I can't wait to fold them up
and give them to the postman.
It's not mail art if they go in envelopes.
I want that stamp obliterated.

I did a few tattoos today,
but only one of them was planned.
The other three were walk-ins.
No kidding.
I almost forgot what that was like.
But I got caught up quick:
piles of words
That's what a day of walk-ins looks like.
I also did this drawing,
and everyone wanted to know what WORDS
I was going to put on the banner.
"That's just a ribbon" didn't compute.
Yeah.
I'm pretty sure this praying mantis and his wordless banner
would make a pretty fresh chest piece.
If you like it,
but would want to add your kids' names in there,
I will slap you.
I promise.