what dreams are made of

So it has come to my attention i am appearing in random dreams all over the shop!

very bizarre. i got this message the other day on facebook...

and today i received this e mail...

pretty incredible.

In other news, i've had a pretty eventful week... went to a talk about preserving tattooed skin of criminals and binding books with said skin. lovely. i want one, they looked pretty damn nifty.

It was at The Last Tuesday Society, which always leaves me wanting everything they have for sale, wishing i had won the lottery, and briefly plotting a heist of sorts to find the funds to pay for all the awesome stuff, then i tend to talk myself out of said heist seeing s i have no guns and cannot drive, then i tend to think of accomplices i may be able to convince to perform an heist with me who may have guns and can drive, then i realise that this all seems like hard work and i tend to stop thinking.

it's hard work.

if that puppy aint heist worthy... i dunno what is.

the pub down the road had some questionable men folk inside, and an odd sign in the beer garden to boot. i think if they only allowed beggars, vagrants, itinerant musicians and females of doubtful reputation inside, the crowd would have improved tenfold.

anyways, other than that, i have just been working. 

here's a snippet of a backpiece i started this week...

and here's a what the tattoo form of a migraine looks like...

it's covering mastectomy scars and i'm really pleased with how this came out. Due to the placement there was a lot of free hand work involved, and getting it to look so symmetrical was anything but easy. Lucky for me she was lovely and sat like a champ. Always a bonus.

Kaye came back for some more pain too... a nice sailor jerry pun up...

fun piece... and fun gifts to boot! i"m actually wearing those socks today...

oh god, i almost forgot i tattoed a dot the other week and never blogged it. 

like seriously... a dot.

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thats an award winning dot if ever there was one.

true story.

right, i'm off to this tonight...

Bob Wayne is supporting, should be good. For all o y'all who have nothing to do tonight, here are some trippy gnomes i found hiding in an art gallery with Scotty. Evil little ankle biters. smoke a joint and stare at this.. it should keep u busy...

til next time peeps.... look into their eyes... dont look around the eyes