bear attacks

for some reason, even after 5 years in portland, i had never been to the redwoods before this past weekend. and now i feel really dumb about it taking so long… it was a wondrous road trip.   shimmers rocks/docks/tiny people dead shit seadogs brachiosaurs fuckin wicked big trees canopies bunyan’s babe’s balls oh, it was grand.   as far as work stuffs, well. i’ve felt like i’ve been very efficient lately. lots and lots of new stuff getting started and others getting finished, but i’m only gonna show a little at a time. mourning flock roses more like this,…

obscura

ok. i’m not going to australia in march like i had hoped.  i would’ve had to really scramble and throw together some shitty haphazard two-week trip without much preparation, and would have been neglecting a bunch of other things, like dogs, by leaving town for that long. but thank you, everyone, for supporting the idea and i’m certain i will get out there at some point, maybe next year. i just didn’t have enough time to get it together. but there’s always a silver lining, right? in this case, it’s a blurry, deep-fried, beer-goggled one…. in effect, i’m trading in…

hallowed ground

arrrrrggghh i came back to portland a few weeks ago with all this determination and intent to really buckle down and work hard and kick ass, and here i am three weeks later, mostly unmotivated to do anything besides play/watch/read about basketball, or hang out with dogs. there must be something in the rain. i know i’ve mostly been neglecting the blogging thing, but to be fair i’ve been busy with legit shit. and besides, everyone knows that blogging frequency is inversely proportionate to the amount of fun one’s having. more fun, less blog. so i’m going to take it…

cygnus, the swan

my camera mysteriously erased/consumed/sold three weeks worth of quality tattoo photos, so today you guys are stuck with the usual underwater retardedness, shitty in-progesses, and bad pictures of my dog doing mundane things that only i would find endearing/interesting enough to post. but you should all be used to this by now, guys. at this point, it’s your own fault. -HOME olive’s life has changed a little, as we both have a wiggly, jumpy, bitey new roommate: her name is billie and she LOVES us. mostly with her teeth. -CAMP WTVR IT’S A DESERT I’LL PEE WHERE I WANT i…

swim lounge

i don’t know if you’ve noticed, but i much prefer water adventures to tattooing. actually, i’d say i prefer them to damn near anything. two one oneanta i also much prefer getting stupid tattoos from my best friends who have no idea what they’re doing, than getting “good” ones from real tattooers. but it’s not all fun and games over here, try as i might. i still have go to work once in a while. but i don’t mind. shit has been fun lately. man, this summer is so awesome. BTW, i’ll be doing a short little thing in new…

canadiana

ALL I WANT TO DO IS SWIM i spent this last week in beautiful victoria, bc, hanging out and working with the wonderful folks at tattoo zoo. since pictures are worth more than words, i’ll leave you with these: big thanks to gerry and sarah for all the hospitality and food and making it super excellent. i’m stoked to go back.

surface tension

yeah, yeah. i get it, it’s just not happening. see you around, i guess. i’ll be over here, still. doing the same stuff… you know, trying everything to figure out why this keeps happening, constantly grappling with inadequacy and incapacity, flapping wings harder and harder while never leaving the ground, doing things differently, doing things the same, falling way behind before giving up and continuing onward with enough despondence and residual self-loathing to ensure that it all comes back around and follows the same script next time around. desolation. my summer home. oh wait, i live there year-round. oh. i’m…