I had the delightful joy of giving Sandy from Casita Klatsch a big tattoo this week:
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I’ll let him tell you about it’s meaning.
I’m certain a fun time was had by all.
And I’m fairly sure he thinks I’m a sadist now too.
Until next time...
All I have to say is that at least it’s better than the UPC-A barcode of old.
Found at http://www.flickr.com/photos/webkeika/sets/72157623667942281/.
(For those of you who don’t know what it is, it’s a QR Code.)
On second thought, maybe I’ll tattoo one on my butt. For advertising purposes.
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I was tattooing on a 17-year old client. (Yes, 17.) She had a band-aid on her arm. She asks her mother to take it off of her, which she does, with a yank. The girl says “Oww!” The mother says “You’re getting a tattoo, and that hurt?”
I giggled.
Pain is both relative, and caused by relatives.
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I had an interesting tattooing experience Friday. I guess all my tattooing experiences are interesting, but this one stands out.
A new customer came into the studio to get a tattoo. His first. He picked a small tattoo for his wrist.
During the tattoo, I asked the meaning behind his first tattoo. This is not something I usually ask, but for some reason I felt compelled to. I don’t know why. It just happened.
He said he and “his partner” had planned on getting matching tattoos. They had been together six years. But last year his partner was killed in an automobile accident. So the tattoo was intended as a memorial to him.
We had a lengthy, great conversation after that.
I really can’t begin imagine how I’d be if something happened to the Husbear. We’ve talked about it on multiple occasions. We have all the legal paperwork done for different scenarios. But I still can’t imagine what life would be like without him.
Until next time...
the replicant asked:
This may be kind of a dull subject, but how does copyright affect tattoo art? Whether that be factors into the decision whether to reproduce a trademarked character, or how it affects your own creations? I have occasionally remarked that if I were to get a tattoo, I’d ask for the “USDA Inspected” seal, but that seems like it would somehow be illegal.
There’s actually three different copyright issues involved in the tattoo industry: tattooing a copyright/registered trademark or other work of art; using flash that hasn’t been payed for; and one tattooist copying another tattooist’s work.
I’m weaseling out of doing a big write-up on this, as all are discussed here and here in a lot of detail, and by an attorney no less. (Marisa DiMattia Kakoulas also blogs here.)
As for your “USDA Inspected” tattoo idea, I don’t have a problem tattooing trademarked symbols on clients. If someone wants to provide “free advertising” to that corporation/entity for the rest of their life, then so be it. I haven’t heard of any litigation around someone being sued because they had a company’s logo tattooed on their person, at least in the United States.
If you have questions about tattoos: tattoos in general, about getting a tattoo, about giving a tattoo, or anything else related to tattoos, just send me the question via e-mail from my contact page. I will then dedicate an entire post to answering your question.
Until next time...
629 days ago, this is what a day in my life was like. Things have definitely changed since then! 225 days ago (June 24, 2009) I left the security of my salaried job to become a full-time, self-employed tattooist.
Your blog host with the most. Most what? I’m not sure…
Now my “typical” day is as follows:
I wake up when I want, without an alarm clock, which is usually around 9:30 AM. (Although the Husbear always kisses me goodbye as he heads off to work around 7:30.) I usually do some paperwork or other chores around the house before I get ready to go to the tattoo studio. I usually get there about 11:30 or so, clean, and prepare for the day.
Insert sitting for 7 to 10 hours here: doodling, tattooing, cleaning tools, surfing the web, etc.
After the tattoo studio, I head home. Usually between 8 or 10 PM, and sometimes much later depending on the day.
I sit around with the Husbear for a little bit before he goes to bed around 10:30 PM. After which point I usually play on the computer until I go to bed around 1 AM.
Seemingly more simplified than before.
My body has “normalized” to being awake for that schedule, but I really need to retrain myself so I go to sleep when the Husbear does. I miss that.
The weirdest part is being off on Sundays and Mondays. It makes it difficult to do anything with any friends who have the “normal” Monday-through-Friday jobs. Not that I really ever did a lot with anyone to begin with anyway. And I do have the same days off as the Husbear, so that’s nice we get to spend time together.
Until next time...