Greetings and Salutations

And so it begins, I finally get up the courage to use the blog section of my website. 

I have been starting to write more, Why writing you ask? “I thought you were a Tattooer/Visual artist?”. Well since building my home studio I havent had to grind so hard at my tattooing career. This was what I sorely needed as My body no longer likes slinging ink so much, and my soul needed badly to get back to creating art that felt like it was serving a deeper purpose. I am by no means packing up the art practice (in fact I will be releasing a print soon of my latest endeavour) and I am certainly not completely halting my tattooing practice (also keep your eyes on your email for news of my books opening). For some reason, the latest thing that wants to emerge from my psyche is words.

In fact, I just completed my first short story. It is the first story I have ever written and completed, and definitely the first story prose since high school. I managed to smash out 4706 words, edit and send it off in just under 4 days. It probably could still use a lot of polishing, but I did it and I am proud of that. I am not sure if I can share it until after I hear back from Uncharted Magazine about my entry (another 10 weeks away) but that will give me time to further hone it. I can at least tell you that the prompt was ‘The Aftermath’ and I wrote a little post-apocalyptic tale to fit it. My original idea came from the thought “What if Autism is an evolutionary trait in response to technology”. I don’t think the story itself ended up actually dealing with that topic nearly as much as I would have liked, but hey, it got me started.

I will leave you with this opening paragraph from my story, Amelioration.

“I never would have realised it before the collapse but it ended up being the weirdos like my awkward, annoying brother who would largely be responsible for seeing us through. It's funny to think that before everything went to shit we thought of people like him as lesser, neuro-divergent, disabled even. Things aren't exactly easy now, but there is a weird underpinning of hope. Things are slower, connected, mycelial. More dangerous for sure, but in a visceral, life affirming way.”