I tend to write mostly about myself. So I want to turn the tables a bit and focus on you. More importantly on what a good job you're doing. Seriously. This isn't some after school special about "the more you know" the more successful you'll be. But right now, wherever you are, is wonderful. It sure as hell might not feel like it, but trust me, when you look back in another year or so you'll see how much you've learned and how much easier things were now.
Keep up the good work. Don't let other's voices, even the one inside your head, tell you to stop pursuing your passion.
Your work is amazing. Let's not judge ourselves amongst ourselves. Take time to reflect on who you are, what makes you unique and then do what comes naturally to you.
My seahorse is in the center of my upper back. I had always been fascinated with seahorses since I was a small child and I first read about them in this book I had about sea life. At the time that I got this it represented my openness to find a partner in life that could be my equal. I am now a decade older than I was at the time of getting this seahorse and have since found that partner, in a way the tattoo has become about him (and us) and in a way it is also about all of my life's great romances.
The heart on my left arm, I got 3 years ago for one of the great loves in my life — my cat, Cthulhu. He taught me so much about myself, about my capacity to love and about what it means to be selfless. Cthulhu died in June of 2009 after a 2 year battle with Chronic Renal Failure, and I am so glad that I will forever have a piece of him with me wherever life takes me!
I really see my tattoos as an outward representation to something within me.
Hold Fast is an old sailor term, that was used to remind the crew to buckle down and hold on when they were coming against rough waters and storms.
This piece has a ton of meaning to me. This last year or so has been quite a ride, amazing ups and some pretty rough times as well.
I had to remind myself to hold fast to the things that make me who I am. My faith in God, and my family.
Ever since I can remember I've been obsessed with tattoos, and from the age of about 10 I knew I wanted one. My parents will tell you just how much I wanted one, because for the next 6 years I asked for permission to get one just about every single day.
When I turned 16 I decided I couldn't wait any longer, and despite not having my parents' permission I went ahead and got my first one - which was a very large custom tribal piece between my shoulders. If I wasn't already sure that I loved tattoos before then, I was now.
Nowadays I have tattoos covering my entire left arm, my back, my hips, both legs, my feet, my ankles, and I've got lots more planned.
Tattoos for me are just as much about the process as they are about the end result, sometimes even more so. There's something very therapeutic about the burning sensation that comes with being tattooed, it's almost like a physical outlet for any emotion that you have inside. Regardless of what ends up on your skin, it's also a time-stamp in your life; the days, weeks, and years of day-to-day life may eventually blend together - but you never forget what was happening in your life when you got a tattoo. I look back at each and every one of my tattoos and remember that period of my life, and how I felt at the time. That's probably the most meaningful part of the process for me - the memories that are held in my skin forever.
The tattoo pictured here is my full sleeve, which was a collaborative design between myself and my tattoo artist (Barb, Inka Tattoo, Brighton, England). The subject is a combination of styles that I've been obsessed with for many years; BioMechanical art inspired by H.R. Giger, organic art, and snakes. The whole piece is basically a Garden of Eden meets 21st century technological doomsday, combining vines with pipes, leaves with cogs, and of course several serpents and the legendary apple.
Full sleeve tattoos take many, many hours to complete - which is why it was pretty handy that I spent several years working as a tattoo artist so I had a great group of friends at Inka Tattoo in Brighton who I spent a lot of time with. The pictures here show the progression of the sleeve from 2007 through to 2010, including my favourite ever session where Barb's old mentor came into town to visit for a few weeks, and I had both of them tattoo me at the same time for 6 hours. It was kind of cool having 3 generation of master/apprentice all being a part of one piece at the same time - but I can't lie, after 6 hours I was pretty much knocked out. After that long, your body has gone through so much that your nerves become totally overloaded - as a result your brain starts releasing huge quantities of endorphins. It's basically like being very, very drunk - but thankfully it wore off again fairly quickly afterwards.
I've been into the idea of tattoos from a fairly young age. I can remember decorating, er defacing, desks at school, always drawing in my books instead of taking notes and drawing on my hands. Perhaps it was the diet of punkrock and Slayer along with spending every waking moment in the water surfing or finding places to skate that has influenced me to go down the road of ink. I've always enjoyed being a little different, coloured hair, odd illustrations on my boards, was never content with being normal, and deciding to get tattooed up always appealed to me. Granted having lots of tattoo's these days doesn't make me that different, I'm happy with the fact that I've got an ever growing illustrated history of my life that I wear with pride everyday. A big thank you to Tyler Murhpy (Cape Town, South Africa) and Nick Reid (London, UK) for the inkage over the years. I thought I'd share a little bit of info on some of my ink.
Truth
This was my very first tattoo. It took me a few months of visiting various tattooists before I found an artist that really understood me and didn't just view me as yet another pay cheque. I like to do things properly and decided starting out on my stomach would be a good test to see if tattoos were really for me... I'd say it worked out quite well. Out of all my tattoo's this is the one I get asked about the most, "Why 'truth'?". Simple really. No matter what happens in our lives, doesn't matter what is said or done, we know what the truth is in our own hearts.
The Green Mask
Perhaps the most vividly coloured piece I have so far, and still one that makes me smile every time I catch a glimpse of it. People often say or claim that they wear their hearts on their sleeves, I like to wear my mask on mine.
Good Evil vs. Evil Good
Nothing is black and white these days, we live in a constant state of grey. Sometimes doing the wrong thing is the right thing to do, know what I mean? This whole piece is my take on the way the world works. The artwork depicts angels doing bad things while the demons are being good. I think that me not being religious and using this type of imagery also shows you that not everything is as it seems.
An Apology
I'm sorry it's taken me so long to finalize this post, but life doesn't seem to slow down. I won't list all my excuses here, but please know that I'm thankful for everyone who contributed to this series and continues to show their support. I hope you all out there are living each day to the fullest. I hope you're chasing after your dreams and not settling for 2nd best. I'm right here beside you in this race called life.
This polaroid paper model by German artist Julia Guther is just beautiful. It totally captures the essence of how rare a polaroid is nowadays.
I remember when I first heard that polaroid was going to stop making film. My heart sank and my fists were raised. How could they betray me like this? So I, like any polaroid enthusiast, grabbed as much film as I could while it lasted. Then things got really quite. Sure there was speculation and even some great efforts to bring them back.
Then in 2008, along came the IMPOSSIBLE project. They bought the last remaining polaroid plant in the Netherlands along with all the original machinery on a 10-year lease. They’ve already released two new version of film, the PX-100 and PX-600. I have yet to buy any, but my finger is itching to pull the trigger.
With all this digital information floating around it’s nice to take a break from it all and shoot something tangible.
Today, more than any other day in age, we have more opportunities to do something great. Not only that, but we have a larger audience for our work to be seen. You can google just about anything right now and find at least one website that shows you how to do it.
The possibilities are endless, and that’s my problem. I think we need to know what our limitation are. We can’t be good at everything we do. We need to learn to accept our failures. We need to stop being so polite all the time and just be honest. Like, I’m a Christian but sometimes I just need to say “fuck you sadness”. That sort of thing.
I’ve been in a real rut lately. Thinking a lot about what makes me happy and what doesn’t. One of which is always easier to see than the other. But just thinking on such things is never helpful. Action is needed. Change is the only thing constant. I’m afraid of the unknown but I’m ready for it. I don’t want to live comfortably. I will not work in a cubicle for the rest of my life. The possibilities are endless.
I just watched this movie last night and had to let you know about it. If you’ve already seen the Helvetica documentary then you’ll love this one. But even if you have never heard of either one of these documentaries I recommend you watch them. Go check out the Objectified website and get yourself a copy.
