The Huffington Post | By Katherine Brooks
original article here
Imagine this scene:
Sharp waves stretch back for as far as you can see, eating up the horizon in a vast display of stunning movement. Like the peaks and troughs of a chaotic line graph, the seas capture jumping fish as they weave in and out of the thrashes. Careful shading separates the animal bodies as they surface, drenched in the bleeding red pigment of a sunset-flooded landscape.
The description might sound like a recounting of an ancient Japanese print or a sprawling painted canvas, but the words are actually attached to artwork of a different sort. They tell the story of artist Chaim Machlev and his gorgeous tattoos.
Tattoos by James Mullin.
IG: @jamesmullintattoos @lotustattoohemet
By Dan Henk
I want to address two things in this blog. They might seem unrelated at first, but I’ll try my best to tie them together.
The first is that people love to complain, and they have a ton of excuses on why it is someone else’s fault. You know what I’ve learned in my 41 years on this planet?
Shut the fuck up, put your nose down, and try doing some ground work for a change.
I hear all the time “I’m a good artist, but no one would give me a chance, so I bought this kit of eBay and starting tattooing out of my house.”
Unless you happen to be one of the very few who just stumble into opportunity, like Kim Kardashian or Paris Hilton, you have to go above and beyond, spending countless hours trying to realize your dreams.
I spent years doing menial jobs until, at age 28, I finally started tattooing for a living. Even then it was a touch and go at first. But after striving for so long, I was not about to give in. The guy who taught me was in Carlisle, Pennsylvania. I lived in Brooklyn, New York. Working at his shop was not an option. The first shop I worked at was way out in the ghetto in Queens. I would barely even call it a shop. The second shop I worked at was Underground Tattoos on Pitkin Avenue in Brooklyn. That is where Mike Tyson is from. We closed at dark so we didn’t get robbed, I got called “white devil”, and we had to call the cops more than once when we were being scoped out by some guy who wanted to rob us. People tried to pay with food stamps. My third shop was also a nightmare, one of slowest shops of an infamous chain in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. I wasn’t until my fourth shop, on St. Mark’s Place in NYC that I could finally pay rent and afford 3 square meals a day.
By Paul Dobleman
Once again more acid was taken, more mushrooms, more DMT… I’ve been in and out of consciousness and backed up on the winners, so how about this, here is another winner…
Cosmo wrote: Dear Paul… When I was 13 a lot of Felix the Cat acid was being taken, they called it “illusion” I had been taking it here and there, Frying on Fridaze, Felix’s face only appeared every four hits, so I was determined to take the four… This was the first time I took 4 hits, I had the full face, and ran around and showed everyone as it soaked into my tounge. Haha! We used to hitchhike up Mt. Tam and trip out in the Miwok tree, it was a fairly safe place back then, and far enough from civilization. We were having trouble hitchhiking, no one was picking us up, there was also 7 of us, but the ACID was kicking in hard and I was starting to panic!!!!! Then all of a sudden my mom pulls up?! Fuck!!! She’s pissed!! She’s yelling and sounds like a dragon!!! She piles us in and drives everyone as she’s lecturing, her words become more and more warped, I sat in the car frozen, my friends not saying a word… She dropped everyone off, and continued to yell at me, I was sweating and freaking out in my mind, her voice echoed in every part of my soul! She decided to take me home, to see what my Dad would say, when we got to my house, he knew something was wrong, he took me outside away from my mom, he asked “what are you on?” I said “the most acid I’ve ever taken and I’m away from all my friends who are on it” he laughed and gave me a ride. I will always love him for that!! Best Dad ever!
Hahaha! Thanks Cosmo! And thank you to everyone who participated!!! Keep sending the stories!!
Tattoos by Ross Carlson
By Hunter Spanks
1:41pm August 29, 2012 and Lizzy finds herself back in Georgetown at Jinx Proof Tattoo for the sixth session on her back piece by Dave Waugh. A mystical piece complete with unicorns, naked women, hidden cocks and butt plugs just to round things out. Dave prepares a message table as they harass each other in preparation for the session to start. I’m sure this is just to work out the nerves. At least on Lizzy’s part. Dave seems cool as a cucumber as always… (more…)
By Dawn Cooke
This blog is about the intricacies of the client/artist relationship. It’s sort of like any other relationship, only usually interactions happen in relatively short bursts and there are just so many of them. I try to always value this relationship and interaction. I think it is a valuable life experience for both parties, usually… (more…)
By Melissa Fusco
At one time or another in every artist’s life, including myself, we have all experienced some type of artist block. There are many levels of creative block, from just the annoyance of interrupted flow that is short-lived or even deeper resulting in depression, lack of self-worth, loss of self-esteem and unfortunately self-destruction. An artist block or otherwise known as “creative block” is the inability to access one’s flowing stream of inspiration and creativity. What was once an overflowing well of ideas may now feel like an endless drought. It can last for days, weeks, months or even years. A feeling of loss in self may arise, and with every forward gaze stands fear, fear of not creating a worthy piece because of all the emotional strain that has occurred… (more…)
By Rick Kelsey (Story originally appears at: http://www.bbc.co.uk/.)
A group of the UK’s leading tattoo artists has called for tougher regulations across the industry. They want people to be more aware of the dangers of backstreet parlours and home inking kits bought online… (more…)
Story and photos by johndotcom
Iceland… Land of the Midnight Sun… In retrospect, ending a month-long European trip in a place that has 24-hours of sunlight was probably not the best idea I’ve had. However, despite the lack of sleep and the subsequent fatigue-jetlag-exhuastion-sleep deprivation-sinus cold I’ve had since returning to the States… I’d say it was well worth it… Before I continue, I just want to thank Össur, Linda, Thomas Asher, Olafia and everyone at Reykjavik Ink for making all the madness possible… (more…)
By Paul Dobleman: Due to the fact I’ve been on the road, I haven’t had the chance to do a proper psychedelic story, so you are going to just have to hear one of mine… (more…)
Video by Luke Holley (more…)