Well, here I am again, its 6:54 AM and I am doing what I have been doing for the past 3 or so nights at 7 in the morning: tapping my brain of every last bit of creative energy that it has stored from the previous day.
I often wonder if my insomnia is real or self-induced?
Sure, I would love to be sleeping right now. I really NEED to be sleeping right now, but I’m not, my brain doesn’t work like that. I live my life to make good use of every available hour, I guess that’s why I’m still awake, and this is what I’ve been up to:
My new tattoos are healing nicely.
Some recent paintings I’ve been working on.
My deer skull.
I love skeletal remains.
I just got home from the Baltimore Tattoo Arts Convention and I am totally and thoroughly exhausted, however I decided to randomly upload all the pictures that I had taken using my cell phone from this Wednesday.
This day wasn’t especially exciting for any particular reason, especially not after the time I had this weekend in Baltimore, but it was a fun day in my book. I did some tattoo work on a friend, helped some co-workers with a photo shoot, played around with a green screen, got really drunk some of my favorite people and managed to crawl back to my bed before 5 am.
I will be tattooing today at 3pm in Germantown, however I will make every attempt to upload the pictures from the Baltimore convention today at some point after I get some sleep, so be sure to check back today sometime.
I’m going to bed, I’ve essentially been awake since Friday and I really can’t believe I actually just wrote this.
This is my new Holga 135 camera that my girl bought me while she was in Boston. I have always been a fan of this style of photography and I can’t wait for this camera to become a part of my daily life.
I was super lucky to get a few shots taken by photographer Jamie Winbush while she was at the shop Monday.
She was on her way out the door, but we managed to get these amazing shots before she left.
Thank you so much Jamie, this is my new favorite hoodie and now I have pictures of it forever!
I pretty much wake up everyday and seriously think to myself, “what can I do today the a normal everyday person would probably never do or even see the beauty in? Where can I find beauty, where normally there is none?”
I can see the beauty of art in anything and everything, and today all I wanted to do was grab some paint pens, head to the tracks and work on some graffiti and then spend the day wandering along this creek in the woods, searching for the skull of this raccoon I saw a few weeks before that I had wanted to draw.
The moment I stepped outside to head to the tracks, I could feel this day had the makings of an adventure. As I hiked down the tracks to “the spot” I felt a deja vu of sorts taking me back to when I was child, growing up with my huge family in the rural farmlands of Ohioville, PA, and pretty much living outdoors, no matter the weather.
My brother and sisters and I would literally go outside to play in the woods and fields at 9 am and not come home until dusk, unless it was to eat or go to the bathroom, sometimes not even then.
I was never considered a “normal” kid, that’s why I am so okay with being considered so different now, even though I see myself as a perfectly normal guy living in a flawed society.
I never did well with authority, I established this as a child, and thus I was home schooled from 5th grade on. Everything that I have learned from fifth grade on I essentially taught myself, or have learned through observation/apprenticeships. I observe, I read, I listen, and I challenge myself daily and I’ve done this since I was a child; this is how I learn.
Ever since I was a child I have had this obsession with collecting things from nature or things that I have come across in my life that I deemed an oddity.
I have been scoping out this dead beaver I had found weeks earlier laying next to the creek. I was waiting for it to decay all the way so I could grab it’s skull and use it as an art reference. Sure, it might be strange to some bringing skulls of dead animals home, but there is nothing like drawing from the real thing and I clean them thoroughly.
When I got to the spot where the beaver had been it appeared that some animal had run off with the carcass, bummed out I decided that I would just walk further into the woods and see if I could find a road to head home.
I finally got to the tracks, where the tracks and lo’ and behold, a fully decayed bleached skeleton of a deer, laying right next to the tracks.
Score. I totally grabbed a few cool bones and the skull and threw them in a bag in my backpack, stay tuned for the awesome sketches I’m gonna come up with after I clean them up.
What I’m trying to say is, I’m glad that I can still entertain myself the same way that I did 13 years ago. Sure I might have grown physically, but it’s nice to know that after all I have been through in my life, I am still the same kid I was when I was 13 spending his days drawing and wandering around in the woods.
I took some cool pictures during the day, including these random bike frames I found in the middle of nowhere, someone would’ve had to rode these 20 minutes into the woods and left them, so strange.
One night while adventuring out in the dark alleys of DC, smoking blunts with the homeless and passing out fliers to people who looked they would appreciate a good tattoo, I happened across a huge film crew shooting a few scenes for the upcoming Transformers 3 movie.
These are a few of the pictures that I managed to get while I was there before the drones of obnoxious fans filed in to catch a glimpse of the action. Next thing you know, DC police and crew security are in full effect enforcing a strict no photography policy, I stuck around for a few more minutes but soon headed back to aimlessly wandering the streets.
… but if I did, I would totally want them to be like this.
Which brings me to another subject that I’d like to address. It’s not that I don’t like children, however, I really believe that they’re not for me.
I am the oldest of nine kids aged 7-25, I grew up with them all and spent countless hours with them. Ask any of my siblings who their favorite is, and it will be me haha. I know all about the joys of children, I just really think that I already had my fill.
So, parents, when I’m talking shit on kids, don’t get all caught up in your feelings, its not that I hate them, they’re just not for everybody.
And at this point in my life, they’re not for me.
Winter is right around the corner, unfortunately. And every tattoo artist knows what happens in the winter… absolutely nothing.
It’s the “dry season” for tattooing and in resolve not be forced to get a part-time job selling my semen to lesbian couples wishing pregnancy, I have been hitting the street old-school DIY punk fashion.
I’m not gonna starve this winter, nope, not me. I made thousands of flyers and plan on hitting the streets of this beautiful district and spreading the news of good tattoo work.
I spent a good six hours Thursday out in the streets of DC with my friend passing out business cards, flyers and stickers. We had a ton of fun, met a ton of cool people and actually made some appointments to do some awesome pieces that I have been dying to do.
That being said I am now taking appointment for the winter season and I do all my larger portfolio tattoos during the winter at a discounted price, especially for my friends, local artists, musicians, and people I just think are over-all cool people (this is all subject to what I think haha).
If you’d like to make an appointment to get a tattoo, please give me a call at 240-498-6527.
Sample of Holga Photography
I’ve been looking for a new camera for months…
I’ve been to every Best Buy, Ritz and Target in the area and tried every camera they had, however there is something less -than- artistic about a camera that takes a “perfect picture” every time. I don’t want auto-zoom, red-eye prevention or smile recognition. I want my pictures to have a sense of mystery, a certain characteristic that identifies it as a Bobby Rotten print.
I’m old school and I want my pictures to match my personality, so when I saw the pictures from my girl’s Diana Lomo camera I was instantly hooked and started doing more research on different types of cameras. That is when I stumbled across the Holga, a cult camera used by a global community of artists, photographers and thousands of individuals who recognize the beauty in the simplicity of this camera.
Known for its unpredictability and ability to be modded to take different types of pictures, the Holga has a almost toy like look, but has been winning awards for art and news photography since its creation in Hong Kong in 1981.
It only makes sense that this would be the camera that I choose to use for the next few months, until I move on to a new camera to try, so I plan on picking one up this week at my local Urban Outfitters.
I recently bought a saltwater aquarium for my “man cave” and I never expected that I would spend so much time staring aimlessly into its waters. I have always been obsessed with the ocean and think its a shame that we know more about the surface of the moon then the depths of our own planet.
I have always wanted a huge saltwater tank in my house, i think it’s the dream of most men, at least my friends. However I figured I would buy a small reef tank and see how it works out. I’ve had the tank for 2 months now and it is a lot of work but it’s equally rewarding and I am planning on upgrading to another 55 gallon tank soon.
Here are some pictures that I took from my aquarium.
A feather duster lives in this tube.
A live rock bridge
Brittle starfish baby
Hermit crab investigating the starfish
A hermit crab in a snail shell riding a turbo snail.
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