As I have mentioned in my past blogs, I am covered in ink. As my tattoo collection grew on my body , so did my drive to become a tattoo artist. I dreamt it , lived for it, and strived for it. Ibegan working in a tattoo shop a couple days a week . I worked the front desk but sometimes sat in on a few sessions absorbing as much as I could from the artists that worked there. So I decided to take things seriously and got myself the equiptment that i needed. Not having done this before, I got myself some pig skin and started practicing away. All my spare time I dedicated to learning and practicing so that one day I would be doing what I love the most.
After 8 months of practicing how to apply the stencil, mastering how to do the outline, filling in black and colour , I was finally ready to work on my first piece. It was a celtic piece on an old buddy of mine. It was an old piece that he had for a while that needed to be brought back to life, he had many other pieces like that and I had the honor of vamping them up for him. The celtic piece , being my first tattoo ever, took me an hour and a half , I took my time following the lines , and making sure every detail had been taken care of. When it was finished my buddy looked up at me , got up , hugged me and thanked me so much for working on him. He was so happy with how it and the other pieces I worked on turned out , I right then knew that I was made to do this.
Being covered in ink has had it’s ups and downs. I can recall the most painful tattoo and the bad experience with an artist.
In the fall of 2009, I began getting my armpit inked with two skulls on each side. The one on the left side is the Lycan skull, and the right one being the vampire. Inspired by the movie Underworld. The work had taken six sessions to finish the piece. We worked on each one every other session. I did not get each piece done in one day. First step on each side was the outline , then the next session was the shading , and then finally the colour.
When i went in for the consultation of placement and idea of the piece, I was warned that it might be a little tender in the armpit. Man was that and under statement. Out of all my tattoos , these are on the list of most painful. The lining was fine, a little grunt here, a profanity there, and of course a “wtf am I doing??” came across my mind as well. But , I did manage to handle it. The shading tickled , as I do have sensitive skin , sometimes when I should feel pain I get ticklish instead. I know weird right? The colour was brutal. I didn’t think I would be able to finish. Every time he brought the machine to my skin and I felt the needle, I remember growling, being a man I don’t scream but I was pretty close to it. I swore at my artist , I couldn’t take it. It felt like forever getting the colour done. Each session for the colour was two and a half hours . It was finally done. With all that pain I had just experienced , I took a look at the finished piece of art work and said to myself ” it was all worth it”. With the sessions finally completed , my artist and I shook hands and, I was glad it was finally over.
I don’t recommend screaming or swearing at your tattoo artist . I was close to the guy that had worked on me so I felt comfortable around him. Being an artist myself now and being on the other side, I know how it feels to be cussed at by some clients.
I hope you`ve enjoyed reading this blog and, I hope this hasn`t turned you off of hetting your pits tatted. In the end I believe that if you really want it, in the end whatever you have to go through, in the end it will be worth it!
As I have mentioned in my last post, the first of my many tattoos was my front forearm. I was so excited and happy with it , it was all I had thought about , talked about , and I was extremely proud of it.
I remember it so clearly. It was the first week of having the tattoo, and I had the strangest , most vivid dream I can remember. In the dream , I was meeting a close friend of mine. We had me in a coffee shop. He had asked me what I had been up to lately , and with a big smile on my face , I pulled up the sleeve of my shirt to show him the work I had gotten done. In amazement , he grabbed my wrist to take a look at the piece that covered my forearm. All of a sudden , my ink was flowing off my arm like liquid onto his. I was in total shock. It was so realistic, it had felt like a nightmare. I awoke . I was in a cold sweat. My heart was pounding as if I had just ran a marathon. I looked at my tattoo to make sure it was there. Remembering that tattoos were permanent , had not crossed my mind.
As I laid there , in my bed wide awake after that dream, I was trying to think of a possible meaning behind it. I came up with many silly meanings. One of them being that maybe tattoos weren’t for me. Then I began to think realistically, and remembered my childhood with temporary tattoos and knew that that wasn’t the case . The dream to me , was a sign. A premonition that tattooing would become a very important part of my life. I knew right then, that I was going to be a tattoo artist.
As far back as I can remember, my first attraction to tattoos began when I was 6 years old. I remember going to the corner store and buying a bunch of “lick em and stick em” temporary tattoos. I used to save them until I went up to my grandparents cottage in the summer, and I would spend at least an hour in the bathroom applying them wherever and anywhere that i could reach.
I remember the feeling I got back then as I ran up and down the beach. I loved the way they looked on my skin. The looks on the peoples faces , although they knew that such a young boy could never have permanent tattoos, to me they were so real. (until they washed off) I did that for a couple years, and as I grew older , the curiosity of tattoos was always in my mind. I wondered what my first piece would feel like, what it would look like. I waited though, through my teens and my early 20’s.Finally the day had come! I was 26 and had made the decision that would change my appearance for life. I decided to get my fist tattoo.
Not your ordinary first small tattoo, no. I decided to go big. My first piece ever, was done on the outside of my left forearm. I felt so proud. The excitement that I had as a little 6 year old boy had returned , and had multiplied my a million. I loved ink from that point on, and I dedicated myself to the art. Since then I have gotten my entire body decorated with ink. Those who know me , know my love and deep passion for tattoos. With that passion came the determination to make it my lifestyle. I made it my hobby, and my work. Some people say tattoos are addictive, I like to say tattoos are dedication. After all, when you’re above the age of 18, they don’t just wash off !
Something I,ve been working on
This blog and this web page are what I’ve been working on for the past couple days.I wanted to show the worl what i love to do, is there any better way to start? LOL 🙂