Saturday morning Marissa and myself packed up the car to make the trip to the windy city.
I had an appointment to get the second session done on my chest piece.
After a decent drive and being stuck in traffic in the city for a fucking HOUR AND A HALF I finally made it to Belmont and got shit started.
The second time around was a really good experience, I actually had the pleasure of talking to Mario about tattooing and art and had an all around good time.
Getting tattooed in that spot is brutal. There is no way around it. I'm glad we finished where we did because too much more and I'm pretty sure I would have had to tap out.
Upper center of sternum and around the nipple is nearly unbearable.
This is an original Bert Krak painting from 2002 that is hung up in the bathroom of Mario's shop. I had to be a nerd and revel in it's greatness before taking a photo as a souvenir.
After the tattoo I asked Mario about getting some good Chicago food around the area and he suggested a burger bar called "BMK" or something like that. They specialized in fancy burgers, gourmet fries, and had a great list of locally brewed beers from around the city.
I had the crispy portabella "burger" with horseradish sauce and fontina cheese. Absolutely amazing. I haven't eaten meat in 7 or 8 years and seafood used to be my drug of choice. This sandwich tasted incredibly close to a large fried shrimp sandwich which put me in hog heaven. We also had the cheddar and scallion fries which were very nice as well.
"I'll take my own picture, I don't give a hell"
After getting tattooed and having dinner we cruised around the city for the hell of it. It was good to see State Street which I haven't been on for quite sometime. I really do enjoy this city and could realistically see myself living there.
After getting lost on the way home and ending up IN FUCKING OHIO SOMEHOW, we finally made it home late at night where I was ready to get cleaned up and go to bed. I found this goopy mess under my bandage when I got home.
Got it cleaned up and it looked a little more like this.
I'm very pleased with the way it's coming along. Mario's choice of colors and how he blends them blows my mind. I have one more session to go and it will be complete. I fell into a short coma in my bed and that was a night.
The next day I woke up to get busy on a painting that I was looking forward to finishing. It was actually going to be a "thank you" gift for Mario for the tattoo work he's done on me so far. While c-purv worked on his own project, I spent a few more hours getting my painting exactly where I wanted it. About 10 o clock I finished it and C-purv and I ran across the street to get a drink to celebrate.
When I got home from across the street I found one of the cats laying across my newly finished painting. After I flung him off, I was horrified to find that he had walked through my wet paints and smeared blues and greens all over the canvas. I went on a rampage (...a little overboard actually) and ended up looking like a crazy fuck. Now I have a ruined painting, a huge swollen knuckle on my right hand, and a friend and girlfriend that probably think I was overtaken by Satan for a short stint.
I was actually going to post a picture of the ruined painting today but decided not to. I know if I were to see it again I'll dwell on it and become upset again. After the painting got ruined last night I decided I didn't want to paint again for a while and said "fuck it" to the whole thing.
This morning I thought a lot about it though and that's not the way I should react to a situation like this. I work hard to continuously progress at doing my paintings and tattoos. That's the difference between myself and some other artists. I can't get discouraged and let that affect my path. Sometimes paintings don't work out and sometimes tattoos don't turn out exactly like I had in mind. I can't get sidetracked, I need to get back in the paint horse saddle and keep it going. I decided I'm going to redo the painting (for the 3rd time) and make it better than it was to begin with. (Although, if it doesn't work out the 3rd time I'm going to jam my head in a garbage disposal)
So there's my inspirational words for today.
I will also keep the cats in "cat jail" for the rest of my life while I paint to ensure that this will never happen again. Sometimes I go on painting benders that go on for a very long time.
Feel free to mail the cats letters while they are incarcerated, I'm sure they'd love to hear from the outside world.
(Lots of words here, I'm not sure how many of our readers have the attention span to read all of this. If you have to take a break or two and continue where you left off, I understand.)
[you illiterate fucks]
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