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Torchbearer
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2 Seconds.
This is the average watch time on any tattoo media I post, as I witness those around me mindlessly scrolling through an unending stream of “content”. 7 years of undying devotion, blood, sweat, and tears, through failure we work our way upward, becoming more solid in technique and foundations, hopefully holding ourselves to an unachievable vision of perfection. Yet, through all of this I was able to hold fast and keep the dream I have had since my pre-teen days.
Stepping into the Unknown
It’s difficult to know where to begin, when approaching such a weighty subject; or perhaps it’s the lack of “weight” that is remarkable. I have been planting the the seeds of intention for some time, in finding a way to bring cohesion and my passion for all of my interests to collide, and now they are starting to show themselves in endless streams of synchronicity.
Social Media Has Changed the Game
In a world now dominated by social media, what does this mean for those of us with Social Anxiety?
Just you and me, punk rock girl: the path to tattooing
“Because I have to. Because it’s the only place where you get to be in this free-spirited, artistic community where you create for a living and create a life. That to be anywhere else would feel wrong in every fiber of my being.”
Much like my business’ namesake, I find myself at a crossroads.
Like the snake that glides alongside her, I have shed what no longer serves to make room for this next phase, lying in wait as these nebulous notions begin to settle into a channel-in-wait. I have been suspended in the yoke of the void, yolk of the black egg, a dark night of the soul, and have felt this past month the birthing of a little spur of shell-shattering beak as I rise to greet this year of the Pheonix.