Tattooing requires complete dedication and calls for nothing but absolute commitment when you’re gearing into major projects.
The hours of preparation that go into the design work for a significant piece often takes place in the wee small hours when everyone is asleep and the world is quiet.
Preparation for the tattoo itself, for the procedure, and then several hours of execution with absolute concentration, following the entire process from concept to realisation often comes straight from my soul. I’m conjuring.
Currently, I'm in a hideaway, off-grid, deep in the world's oldest living rainforest. I've been spending hours a day in the swimming hole, just playing with the wild fish, watching amazing butterflies, listening to the birds, soaking up sunshine, breathing in fresh air, and following trails through the rainforest.
Surrounded by emerald greens and incredible flora. The sounds of the waterfall are ever-present in my abode. The balmy tropical breeze comforts me, along with the sweet scents from the moss-covered rocks, native trees, and blossoms. The wild fruits, some that fall to the ground and begin to decay, add a pungent sweetness to the air. After the rain, the humidity, my skin drinks it in and my hair becomes wild. I become my natural self, retracted from social entanglements and expectations.
This is the place is where I lived in the '70s as part of a jungle-dwelling hippie commune, back when being a hippie wasn’t a fashion statement or something you do when you’re busy being so Boho setting up to grab content for your Insta reels. It was a way of life especially when remote locations meant we had to be self sufficient and communal to exist being in harmony with Nature.
I've come home. I'm in the swimming hole hooked up to a satellite for a zoom meeting to interview someone to work at my Tattoo Studio from my iPad and photos are in really cool colour these days just not tangible, it’s crazy stuff.
What do I do in the other world? I turned into a tattoo artist.
I became someone who spends hours meticulously inflicting transformative pain, suspending imagery into living tissue floating my artistry forever to hover and move as one with the souls that request it of me, I am now ‘that’ Shaman~one of my many incarnations. Another life, another dimension.
But hey, not meaning to sound cosmic or anything but coincidentally … my return aligns perfectly with an auspicious cosmic event, arriving just in time for the all the planets to fall into alignment and I leave this place the same time this event comes to an end. Trippy stuff, and so we begin living our lives in the new year that stretches out before us, 2025. I have replenished my energies, and I'm ready for you.
🙏🏽
Albatross
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