There is a part of my past that I try to forget. It was one of the best times of my life, but ended in one of the worst. I apprenticed to tattoo in Columbus under He Who Shall Not Be Named after leaving IBM in Austin in 2003. It was hard work, living off charity practically, but I loved the fact that I was concentrating on art and refining a personal style. I thought for sure I would be spending the rest of my life being one of those tattooists. I loved it. I loved the hours, I loved the work, I loved the feeling that people look up to you and meeting people to look up to. I loved the comradery, the craziness, the stories I was collecting. But, in the end, it didn't work out. I left tattooing vowing to never return to that world of man-children that never had to grow up.
I was perusing my old portfolio, thinking about some of the things I did. During my apprenticeship, the only money I got were tips for cleaning tattoo tubes and doing freelance art.
No, these aren't pot leaves
One of the things I did was tattoo pigs feet and try to sell them (cheaply, I may add).
First tattoo ever
Here are some of my favorites.
Done for tattooist Soba, he made me a tattoo machine in trade
Swazis for Buzz from the Melvins
Lucky Pigs Foot, very punny
for artist Brian Ewing
Death Head for artist Andrew Bawidaman
piggy for tattooist Billy Hill
Check them all out here.