life as a tattoo artist isn’t all glamour… it doesn’t pay well, and it’s hard work, and one has to deal with the tediousness of tramp stamps and arm bands….
i am an artist… and i love tattoos…. i have wanted to become a professional tattoo artist for 12 years… but everything seemed to get in the way.
well now, here i am… single…. and i am moving to miami just so i can live with my parents for a year, so that they can take care of my daughter at night while i go apprentice at a shop… so i do not have to work, because an apprenticeship will be a full time job.
it will be the first time i have lived with my parents in 14 years… i moved out when i was 17 and didn’t go back….
it’s going to be ardorous to deal with them everyday… but i can be strong… i need this.
i want a life in art… i want to sling ink… i want so very much to create beautiful art, skin deep….. pieces of art that people will proudly show off… pieces of art that mean so much to the bearer that they do not share with others the meaning behind it… secrets beneathe the skin’s surface…. each piece having a story behind it….. dreams, lost love, great love, unrequited love, hopes, jokes, and faith…..
i want to do this… it is so very hard to be a single mother who spends all her extra money and then some on helping her friends out… i end up with nothing…. not even enough to buy the equipment that i need to apprentice.
so i am sacrificing my life here in austin texas, where i am surrounded by friends… where i have lived for the past 12 years… to move in with my parents and try to make my dream come true.
i do not even have a portfolio together… i need to do this…. soon…
