Leaving NY

Well,  we’re embarking on our next leg of the journey to New Orleans. New York’s been awesome. I think we really accomplished a lot. Had a cocktail at the haunted Heckyll and Jeckyll, ate a fabulous dinner at Perilla, fell in love with a pug puppy named Ploopy, checked out a cool doom metal show at Party Expo and worked a few days at Tattoo Culture.

I gotta say, I’ve noticed something about working on the road that I think is funny. At home, being booked up for about 3 months at a time affords me the privilege to be very discerning about what tattoos I do. I like to think of this selectiveness as being a responsible tattoo artist of integrity. And yet, once I’m accepting walk-ins during guest spots, all that shit flies right out the window. You want an all white tattoo smaller than a dime? Sure. You want lettering done so small that it’s gonna look like a larva puked on your skin in 6 months? Okay. I mean, I emphatically warn these people about what’s gonna happen, but if they’re that insistent, fuck it. It’s mind boggling how adamant people are about what they want despite the advice and urging of a professional. Admittedly,these folks had decent reasons for having it their way. One, was an actress who needed to have the option of concealing her tattoo if need be and the other client was concerned about the reaction of her very conservative boss. Both stated that the whole point of the tattoo was that it reminded them of something, not that it held up or that others could read it. At home, I’d be all concerned about my name and reputation being marred, but it’s different out here. Truth is, most these folks aren’t going to remember my name once they leave, if they ever had it. They just got some tattoo by some chick that took 10 minutes. It’s sort of oddly humbling.

Posted on: 05.01.10

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