Ooooooooohkay then - my day in ramble form
Didja see my new icon? Its not the most fitting but I love the fact that Rihanna does tattoos and is just generally a kick ass chick (even if she doesnt write her own music). It's appropriate.
So before work I went to No Regrets which isnt the same now that Mitch is gone. Some of the other artists I met have moved on in the past few months too. The guy I talked to basically took one look at the idea and was like "yeah, its gonna need to be bigger or it'll look like shit in a few years" but didnt expand on the statement. In generally, I didnt feel comfortable there with the new crowd. This makes me sad but :(
So I said fuck it and went down the block and across the street to another tattoo studio, then another until I walked into one where I felt comfortable. Instead of "Yeah, it needs to be bigger" the woman spent maybe 20 minutes telling me what needs to be worked on and why.
Why - Skin falls, ink spreads. If your details dont have enough size and space, they will smush into each other. I know what this looks like because my grandpa had a tattoo on his arm that he got when he joined the navy at age 16. He died in his 70s and you could barely read it. So I get her point.
The what - the curving letters and the guns. The guns will need to be twice the size I had planned for an arm piece and the letters of the Faith/Courage/Strength need to be as well. Otherwise it wont work. And I could take out that part, the Fire At Will is simple and easy enough, but that kinda defeats the point. In order to do it, its gonna need to be pretty damn big.
She took the time to look at my back to see how it would fit if I put it on my other shoulder. Basically, it would likely come to the edge of the puppet and up over my shoulder if I wanted it there. So probably it'll need to go on my back if I do it. This is complicated and frustrating because I do want my Narnia tattoo as well and I dont know if its going to be too complicated for my feet (survey says? PROBABLY. Everything I want is massively fucking complicated. Why? I've got no fucking idea. Thoughts?) So, its like...I've REALLY got to get those illustrations now, no really, so I can sit down and talk to an artist about long-term planning. Because clearly thats whats next here - long term, careful planning of placement.
But i've basically surrendered myself to the ide that my back is going to go to my personal tattoo journey. Everything else can go somewhere else.
This is what i did BEFORE work. In that space of time where I markedly wasnt sleeping. Did I mention I didnt really get much sleep? I woke up every 2 hours or so from about 1pm to 7pm. I was tired when I got to work.
So getting a call from a friend very much in need at 1:30 in the morning while I was on shift was not the greatest experience on earth. This chick literally saved my life a few times so I couldnt just leave her. She's like my sister but I was also on shift so I couldnt go get her.
So I called my actual sister, waking her up (which is a DANGEROUS AND SCARY thing to do) and asked her (another DANGEROUS AND SCARY thing to do) for the favor of going and getting her. She did, because for all that we fight and dont get along, my sister is a ridiculously decent human being. So she rolled out of bed, without bitching at me even once, and drove across town to get her and bring her to me. Because my baby sister is a fucking rockstar when she wants to be.
My friend hung out at my work rather than sitting and stewing alone but fuck. Fuck. Things were bad and I was fairly useless. I hate being completely unable to help someone I love. I mean, I was there, and I could give hugs but seriously, there are some situations where nothing you can say will help. That was my night - knowing that nothing I could say would hep things. *sighs*
And now I am heading to sleep. I dont know whats what on any of this but I've got it down so hopefully it wont come with me into my dreams. *smishes LJ* I thank the Lord for Livejournal pretty much every day but especially when I need to info dump. There it is, dumped. I feel better.
Have an awesome day everybody.
So before work I went to No Regrets which isnt the same now that Mitch is gone. Some of the other artists I met have moved on in the past few months too. The guy I talked to basically took one look at the idea and was like "yeah, its gonna need to be bigger or it'll look like shit in a few years" but didnt expand on the statement. In generally, I didnt feel comfortable there with the new crowd. This makes me sad but :(
So I said fuck it and went down the block and across the street to another tattoo studio, then another until I walked into one where I felt comfortable. Instead of "Yeah, it needs to be bigger" the woman spent maybe 20 minutes telling me what needs to be worked on and why.
Why - Skin falls, ink spreads. If your details dont have enough size and space, they will smush into each other. I know what this looks like because my grandpa had a tattoo on his arm that he got when he joined the navy at age 16. He died in his 70s and you could barely read it. So I get her point.
The what - the curving letters and the guns. The guns will need to be twice the size I had planned for an arm piece and the letters of the Faith/Courage/Strength need to be as well. Otherwise it wont work. And I could take out that part, the Fire At Will is simple and easy enough, but that kinda defeats the point. In order to do it, its gonna need to be pretty damn big.
She took the time to look at my back to see how it would fit if I put it on my other shoulder. Basically, it would likely come to the edge of the puppet and up over my shoulder if I wanted it there. So probably it'll need to go on my back if I do it. This is complicated and frustrating because I do want my Narnia tattoo as well and I dont know if its going to be too complicated for my feet (survey says? PROBABLY. Everything I want is massively fucking complicated. Why? I've got no fucking idea. Thoughts?) So, its like...I've REALLY got to get those illustrations now, no really, so I can sit down and talk to an artist about long-term planning. Because clearly thats whats next here - long term, careful planning of placement.
But i've basically surrendered myself to the ide that my back is going to go to my personal tattoo journey. Everything else can go somewhere else.
This is what i did BEFORE work. In that space of time where I markedly wasnt sleeping. Did I mention I didnt really get much sleep? I woke up every 2 hours or so from about 1pm to 7pm. I was tired when I got to work.
So getting a call from a friend very much in need at 1:30 in the morning while I was on shift was not the greatest experience on earth. This chick literally saved my life a few times so I couldnt just leave her. She's like my sister but I was also on shift so I couldnt go get her.
So I called my actual sister, waking her up (which is a DANGEROUS AND SCARY thing to do) and asked her (another DANGEROUS AND SCARY thing to do) for the favor of going and getting her. She did, because for all that we fight and dont get along, my sister is a ridiculously decent human being. So she rolled out of bed, without bitching at me even once, and drove across town to get her and bring her to me. Because my baby sister is a fucking rockstar when she wants to be.
My friend hung out at my work rather than sitting and stewing alone but fuck. Fuck. Things were bad and I was fairly useless. I hate being completely unable to help someone I love. I mean, I was there, and I could give hugs but seriously, there are some situations where nothing you can say will help. That was my night - knowing that nothing I could say would hep things. *sighs*
And now I am heading to sleep. I dont know whats what on any of this but I've got it down so hopefully it wont come with me into my dreams. *smishes LJ* I thank the Lord for Livejournal pretty much every day but especially when I need to info dump. There it is, dumped. I feel better.
Have an awesome day everybody.