Tag: Artist Hour
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In tattooing, contrast is everything. The sweet spot is balance. Creating meaning through clear separation between light and dark. Providing depth, while still leaving room for detail and texture.
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That’s what I want to make—art and tattoos that people don’t just get, but treasure. Pieces that mean something because they’re tied to a moment, a memory, or a feeling.
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There are plenty of modern comforts worth appreciating, and someday they’ll be someone else’s nostalgia. But the values that last don’t change.
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If you’re going to get a tattoo, speak with authority, build something that lasts, or guide others, don’t stop at knowing. Verify. Read the source. Ask better questions. Do the work. That’s how knowledge becomes leverage—and leverage, used well, becomes freedom.
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Progress doesn’t always look like praise. Sometimes it looks like showing up anyway. So I will keep showing up. Refining the collar. Softening the muzzle transitions. Writing alongside the work… and not waste the gift of time when it’s given.
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Ninety days isn’t much in the grand scheme of life — but when you show up every single day, even in small ways, it becomes its own kind of transformation.
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Honoring the fallen, creating for the living, and staying grateful for every step in between.
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Today wasn’t comfortable. But it was needed. It was about trusting the process—and it reminded me that strength isn’t just holding the line. Sometimes it’s knowing when to soften, when to speak up, and when to finally feel what you’ve been carrying.
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Understanding the path forward doesn’t magically clear the debris inside. Knowing what needs to change doesn’t guarantee the feelings will cooperate. But I’m learning that this in-between space — the uncomfortable, chaotic, conflicting middle — is where real growth happens.
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The First Time I Thought of Myself as an Adult During group therapy this week something someone shared brought up a memory I had not thought about in decades. I revisited this memory that shaped how I see myself even now. It was the first time I truly felt like an adult. I was stationed…