"The road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strength nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet such oft is the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

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Sorry for the novel, but hey, it’s NaNoWriMo.

Last Saturday was the Monsters of Death show at The Rave. Even though I got there an hour ahead of time, the doors weren’t open yet for the show. Everyone else had to wait around for twenty minutes, but I was escorted into the bar, since I was on the guest list for winning a free ticket from The Rave’s online contest. I was surprised to see Swashbuckle doing their soundcheck, as it said online that they canceled before the show. John from Warbringer sat next to me at the bar, but while I was thinking of something non-fangirly to say to him, he left. :/

This has been the smallest room in The Rave I’ve seen a concert in. The stage is about fifteen feet wide and it’s only about twenty feet from the front of the stage to the back wall. The backstage area for most of the bands consisted of a small barricaded area to the left of the stage where their equipment was stored and the lights and sound system were operated. The merchandise area was directly on the other side of the stage and was so small you were practically in front of all the bands’ booths if you turned in a complete circle.

When I went over to the merch area to buy a Warbringer shirt, which I sadly never got around to due to certain distractions, Dominic from Augury immediately approached me. He explained that Swashbuckle was supposed to “crash the show”. I ended up talking to him for the next half hour until Swashbuckle came onstage about anything and everything. He’s from Montreal and speaks English as a second language, and it sounds like he’s only had a couple years’ worth, but he wasn’t too difficult to understand. I was also surprised how easy it was to talk to him compared to other people from bands I’ve met. I feel proud for teaching him the words for ‘goosebumps/gooseflesh’, ‘swimming pool’, and ‘shampoo’. He’s the only guy I’ve met who’s told me they use Redken conditioner, but doesn’t his hair look gorgeous? XD He also told me he was in the basement earlier and saw a type of shadow ghost that I’ve also had a few experiences with in my house. (I will post about that later, but we did finally get rid of it.) He said he was going to go back down there after the show and play a concert for the spirits, which I thought was nice. I’m so glad to have met someone who’s had an identical paranormal experience and doesn’t think I’m nuts.

( Swashbuckle )

( Augury )

( The Amenta )

( Warbringer )

( Decrepit Birth )

( Vader )

Stay tuned for part two, where the saga of Dominic and I continues as we go on a little adventure…

Number of hours for this session: 2
Total number of hours tattooed so far: 38

For those of you who have already seen this on Facebook, too bad, I’m posting it again! ;)

I got the cherry blossoms filled in a couple weeks ago and Lane started on the grass. The areas outlined in the thin gray line still need to be shaded, and the grass will come down so the peacock will be overlapping it. We watched a documentary on the MC5 while I was there, which helped take my mind off the pain. The best part is when this guy just starts going on a tirade about Iggy Pop, despite the fact the MC5 broke up in the early ‘70s and Iggy’s still going. Lane was using a new machine for the blossoms, and the pain was enough to cause shaking and nausea. He agreed to use the least painful machine for the grass, but the funny thing is that part took much longer to heal than the rest. While I was there, I also got to see the tattoo Lane got while he was in Japan from the great master Horiyoshi III (it’s a geisha head with Japanese maple leaves on his upper bicep). Unfortunately, Lane has to get the rest of the shading done by his apprentice because now that he’s older, his shading isn’t so good anymore. It’s interesting how as some artists age, their art continuously gets better, while some get worse. I really hope I don’t end up the latter of the two! Toward the end of the sitting, a guy I knew from high school came in early for his appointment. He was part of a group of metalcore scenesters who liked to call me a poseur because I didn’t listen to their shitty bands and harassed me on a daily basis, which included throwing food at me. He is now coincidentally playing in a total crap Chrsitian straight-edge metalcore band himself. Yeah, real brutal. Who’s the poseur now?

Alright, enough about my pathetic former classmates…

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I promise the next photo I post on here won’t be of my backside. ;) Major update coming soon!

While it still is Odin’s day, here’s the drypoint intaglio print on PVC board (12'' x 10'') I finished last night:



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The theme was time. I originally wanted to do something Tolkien-inspired, and after thinking about Galadriel’s mirror for a while, I thought what could possibly be better to illustrate the past, present, and future than the Norns. I also figured if no one knows what the text means, they’ll at least recognize the figures as the three fates from Greek mythology. The text, by the way, is translated directly from Voluspa from the Poetic Edda.

For those of you who don’t know anything about Norse mythology, the names of the Norns mean 'that which was', 'that which is', and 'that which will be'. They are giantesses that ended the golden age of the gods when they arrived in Asgard from Jotunheim. Although these are the three main norns, there are also many other norns of different races that determine the fate of every man, elf, and dwarf at birth. Not all norns are good, which is why some people have bad luck in life. Skuld, the youngest and representing the future, is also a Valkyrie, which is why she is wearing the winged helmet, chain mail corset, and has the swans near her. All swans in Midgard (where mankind lives) are said to have descended from these two birds. Valkyries can also transform into swans when they put on feathered cloaks like Freyja becomes a falcon with her falcon cloak. The tree is the mighty ash, Yggdrasil, which encompasses all nine worlds. It is kept alive by Norns, using water from the Well of Urd. This is a basic breakdown in order to understand the significance and symbolism of the piece, but if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. You know I love talking about this stuff! ;)

A few notes on the print itself: all the lines are straight; they just don’t photograph that way from above. The stylized ripples are also intentional, since I wanted the well to be emphasized while adding movement to the otherwise static scene. The background is also more minimal so the attention is focused on the Norns.

Number of hours for this session: 3
Total number of hours tattooed so far: 36

A few weeks ago I went in to get the background started. The whole thing is going to be done in black and gray. At first I wasn’t so sure about it, but now that I look at it more, Lane’s right: it makes the existing color pop. It’s also what is used in the traditional Japanese work, so I’m glad I trusted his idea over my own. For some reason, I thought it was going to be in color, which really would’ve been too light and spring-like for me. We also agreed on how much of the second foot will be showing, so hopefully he’ll get around to adding that on Friday. There will also be another cherry blossom in the blank space on my upper left shoulder and a couple petals to fill in a few of the areas of negative space that are left. Those will be in color, as Lane is just adding on to previous work. The ground isn’t finished yet, and brushstroke-style grass will be added. The sky is going to be a light horizontal gray wash.

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Photobucket hasn’t deleted them yet, so I guess it’s safe to post these figure drawings now. Then again, you can hardly tell there’s nudity in most of them. All of these are in-class exercises on 18" x 24" paper, not fully finished works. The longest a model has posed so far is 30 minutes, and you can only capture so much information in that time.

( + 13 Figure Drawings: Gesture, Contour & Cross-Hatching (NSFW) )

( + 3 Japanese Sensu Fan )

I’ve put off updating this journal for so long I don’t even know where to start.

Now that summer has come to an end, here’s the abridged version of what I was up to this past season:

Besides the festivals, concerts, and mini-vacation, all I did this summer was work. I only saw my best friend once before school started. What was supposed to be a part-time job turned out to be full time, but at least I made well over two thousand dollars and am still working one day on the weekends. Many times I’ve wanted to post a huge rant about all the reverse racism I experience at work, but it won’t change the fact that every issue in Milwaukee is always about social class or race because the city is ridiculously segregated in terms of living space. Although I technically work in Brookfield, which is known for its uppity white residents, the store is on the border of Milwaukee and just down the road from the north side. Until another employee transferred from another store a few weeks ago, I was the only white person there out of all the cashiers and customer service associates. Needless to say, I was not welcome. After a few months, most of them have accepted me, but the customers sure as hell don’t. For some reason, all the blacks living in the ghetto of Milwaukee think all the white people around here are racist. I still have yet to meet one, so I’m not sure where they’re getting this mentality, but I am so sick of it. If I ever get around to typing up the dialogue, I’ve got a top 10 worst customers of the summer list that could be entertaining depending on your sense of humor. And trust me, it was very difficult narrowing it down to just ten. I honestly don’t mind working customer service in retail. It’s just the customers and coworkers that are insufferable.

The good news is I have enough money to continue financing my tattoo and study abroad in Ireland this summer (if I still want to when the time comes). Gaelic isn’t too difficult so far and the grammar has been a lot nicer than German. It’s actually the easiest out of all my classes. I would’ve loved to study abroad in Germany, but all the programs are for business, engineering and mathematics majors.

I’m also back in the dorms again this year, since my sister needs my car for the hour-long commute to community college. The only bus I can take goes through the ghetto. In fact, the very place I’d pick it up is the parking lot outside my work where people get robbed on a daily basis. I’ve ridden it before, and you guessed it, I was the only white person on it. At least my suitemates this year are rather quiet and keep to themselves. The girls next door to me have been dating each other for three years, and there have already been some nasty arguments between the two, but at least they make an effort to be friendly when they see me. We never see the girls in the other room because one is usually off with her douchebag boyfriend and the other is from a very rural area and seems frightened of us. But if that’s the worst of it, I can deal.

This semester I’m going to make an effort to post more of my artwork on here, since I’m taking figure drawing and printmaking. Unfortunately, my professors still have all the work I planned on posting here on display, so that’s going to have to be pushed back a week or so. I’m just relieved I’m still one of the top students in my class after not having had the time to draw anything in over a year. I really don’t feel like I accomplished much at all this summer except catching up on movies I’d been meaning to see and rereading Tolkien’s trilogy. (I actually only got through the first two, but I’m starting RotK tonight as today marks Frodo & Bilbo Baggins’ birthdays and the day they both left the Shire.) Speaking of birthdays, I also turned 21 earlier this month and ended up embarrassingly tipsy at Houlihan's over an orange juice glass-sized amount of Bailey's.

One More Magic Potion by Ensiferum, with 143 plays.

Shocking, I know. ;) Before I got my laptop a little over two years ago, my top song was either The Smiths' There is a Light that Never Goes Out or Do You Want To? by Franz Ferdinand with a similar number of plays to where I'm at now. Still love 'em both, but this one is just so catchy! It's not even my favorite Ensiferum song, but the lyrics are too fun and the melody too infectious to not put it on repeat every now and then.

Can't wait to see these guys again in November, along with Blackguard!

There isn’t really a lot to say about German Fest that I didn’t mention last year. All the performers there played polka and at least I could understand the performer from Austria, since it seems all the German speakers I’ve been meeting use different dialects than I’m used to. Everything was still very stereotypically Bavarian. I ended up buying a set of six shot glasses with various Bavarian/Oktoberfest-related sayings and pictures on them for only $15. There were also $3 desserts, which I generously indulged in. I didn’t remember the Dachshund Park, though, which was really cute. There were a couple of longhaired ones there and now I want one really bad. I also noticed a lot of Edelweiss-related things, including the flower itself you could purchase. Although they were a ton of vendors there and I mainly went for the shopping (and because admission was free), it’s still disappointing that there are more people in Milwaukee of German descent than anything else and yet other festivals outshine it every year. I didn’t take any pictures, since there weren’t a ton of people and those who were there were all locals. Irish Fest on the other hand had a crowd that made it seem like I was at Summerfest, and on a Sunday evening, too! I don’t know if it was because Gaelic Storm was filming for their DVD that night or what, but there were thousands of people there. However, there were much more drunk people at German Fest, but that’s probably because once you bought a boot, you could refill it all night for free.

Although more expensive than any other lakefront festival in Milwaukee (including Summerfest), Irish Fest is always a great time. Once again, it was another hot day and I didn’t go until later in the afternoon. I got there just in time for the parade and only saw two of the dozens of bands playing - the Red Hot Chilli Pipers, who were actually from Scotland, and Gaelic Storm - but both put on amazing shows. There’s nothing like hearing the guitar intro to “Thunderstruck” being played by three pipers! I was really impressed with RHCP’s choreographed dancing and ability to work the crowd. Those guys were as hilarious as they were talented. If I see them again, I’ll stick around for their entire set. I really would’ve liked to, but I wanted to get a decent spot for Gaelic Storm. They even had a piping competition and their frontman said the only reason he didn’t win was because Kevin MacDonald (pictured below) invited all his Irish relatives to cheer for him. It’s funny because it’s true! Other than my mom and I, I’m sure there were plenty others from Clan Donald representin’. ;) I also had to laugh that among the numerous rows of vendors, you could actually purchase dirt and peat moss from Ireland! Absolutely ridiculous.

Anyway, here are some of the better shots from the day. Not very dial-up friendly, I’m afraid.



( Irish Fest Parade & Grounds: + 18 )

( Red Hot Chilli Pipers: + 9 )

( Gaelic Storm: + 9 )

( Unintentionally amusing photos: + 6 )

Late as usual, here are some shots from the Ducks tour I went on with my parents in the Wisconsin Dells a few weeks ago. (For those of you who don’t know, Ducks are amphibious vehicles used in WWII and the Korean War that now give scenic tours of the area.) We were also supposed to go to Devil’s Lake, but the steady rain prevented that. I’ve been there before and on several Duck rides in the past, so it’s really not that big of a deal. After all, we found an outlet mall on the way home with a Coach store, so the day turned out just fine. ;)



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