new works, and some things I’ve been up to in Seattle
new prints and shirts ^^^
and some random stuff…vvv
I'm learning instagram! Also, man tears and logging tattoos.
This is Cody. He’s teaching me to instagram. (my name there is resonanteye)
this isn’t political or anything, I just have a fetish for eye-water.
simple tulip I colored in.
just some sky.
a gang of doglets.
added on to an older tattoo I did years ago.
how that tattoo looked all healed up before we added the text and sunset colors.
an inch.
apprentices.
I’m learning instagram! Also, man tears and logging tattoos.
This is Cody. He’s teaching me to instagram. (my name there is resonanteye)
this isn’t political or anything, I just have a fetish for eye-water.
simple tulip I colored in.
just some sky.
a gang of doglets.
added on to an older tattoo I did years ago.
how that tattoo looked all healed up before we added the text and sunset colors.
an inch.
apprentices.
hand of doom, ancient aliums and flowers.
- In art, clients, female tattoo artist, hobo, painting, prints, stuff for sale, tat zap wizard, Tattoo, travel,
Yesterday was great!
I tend to have good conversations with my clients, and the whole day I spent talking to awesome people about hilarious things.
I didn’t get to do my bird drawing (he chose the hand of doom instead) but I’d still love to do it on someone…
I’ll be back at work saturday- I go to the dentist tomorrow, wish me luck.
Oh and also, some more new and old art for sale at the bottom here. I’ve been revamping my printshop a little, 
so go take a peek!
more tattoos!
I also did a nice elegant celtic piece I drew specifically for the client today…
I will post that one after it’s healed, since there was a lot of white and pale grey in it (pinkish from the freshly broken skin)
I also did these two pieces today. Fun stuff- bright butterflies and a cool little rocker guy.
…
I’ve got prints and originals for sale now at laughing buddha–
If you’re not in Seattle, you can get prints of them at the links in the images below. For originals, you can always email me and ask about prices and shipping!
weekend in Seattle!
I learned to say “fuck your mother” in Chinese, “fuck you” in Vietnamese, encountered the notorious hummingbird gang, and ate some delicious home made seafood. I’m also teaching my friend to like horror movies. I’m succeeding at that…haha
a few photos for you guys.
fun times, tattoos, art from the recent trip~seattle, salem, olympia
Things I’ve made since my last update!
Also, the book is printing now…yay!
and, there are kittens here.
All in all a busy few weeks.
tattoo dates!
I’ll be in Seattle from April 24-30, tattooing at laughing buddha. contact me by email to make a date!
I’ll be in Salem Oregon from may 3-7, I only have one or two slots open still, so reach me fast of you want to get tattooed while I am there!
resonanteye @ gmail . com
Bus to CA, poetry from my book "Tar and Gravel"
- In geek, hobo, money, travel, true stories,
from tar and gravel
bus to CA
There’s something beautiful and comforting about grey vomit stains barely scrubbed from velveteen seat backs and
something about the dense air and useless frustrated wanderlust of the greyhound station and the greyhound itself, this universe of breakdowns
in Pierre North Dakota and Weed, CA that makes me calm. Patience. It makes my mind shut tight and arrange itself compulsively. checking
repeatedly for wallet, keys, ticket, the automatic functions of the reptile brain fully involved;
Making sure nothing is lost, nobody touches me, children don’t climb and I
in the meantime have killed the upper brain.
Feet automatically avoiding the sprawl of wild loud children with sticky fingers and dirty pink too-tight shirts where they sit on the floor at the entrance
to the terminal; thirteen slightly torn and stretched garbage bags full of towels, clothes, toys, no books but I can see the handle of
a cast-iron fry pan
clearly outlined in the plastic, spilling around the children is the detritus of people who don’t
realize that frying pans are available at thrift stores in duluth as well as southern california.
Bus to CA, poetry from my book “Tar and Gravel”
- In geek, hobo, money, travel, true stories,
from tar and gravel
bus to CA
There’s something beautiful and comforting about grey vomit stains barely scrubbed from velveteen seat backs and
something about the dense air and useless frustrated wanderlust of the greyhound station and the greyhound itself, this universe of breakdowns
in Pierre North Dakota and Weed, CA that makes me calm. Patience. It makes my mind shut tight and arrange itself compulsively. checking
repeatedly for wallet, keys, ticket, the automatic functions of the reptile brain fully involved;
Making sure nothing is lost, nobody touches me, children don’t climb and I
in the meantime have killed the upper brain.
Feet automatically avoiding the sprawl of wild loud children with sticky fingers and dirty pink too-tight shirts where they sit on the floor at the entrance
to the terminal; thirteen slightly torn and stretched garbage bags full of towels, clothes, toys, no books but I can see the handle of
a cast-iron fry pan
clearly outlined in the plastic, spilling around the children is the detritus of people who don’t
realize that frying pans are available at thrift stores in duluth as well as southern california.
