Fire and Light

It’s not been a month, but witnessing Los Angeles burning is breaking my heart. Honestly, all of the recent disasters are deeply distressing. I still can’t get over the devastation in Asheville, NC. Climate change is undeniably real, and the human impact on our planet is equally undeniable. Will there ever come a day when humanity can shed its arrogance and recognize that we are not the center of the universe? We share this planet with countless other life forms, and we all play a vital role in the intricate circle of life and death.

We are not lords over this Earth; instead, we often play God ourselves or lean on the hope that a higher power will act as a wish-granting jewel to fix our problems. In doing so, we ignore the harsh realities around us, and this denial could ultimately lead to our downfall. It’s crucial that we confront the truth and take responsibility for our actions, rather than relying on external forces to save us from the consequences of our choices.

Everything I disdain seems to be winning right now, and all I can do is watch it unfold and vent my frustrations on this blog.

Tomorrow is my birthday, but I don't quite feel up to celebrating. It's a shame to witness so much pain and destruction; I suppose it's part of life—part of being human.

The other night, it snowed here, and it was absolutely beautiful. My family and I took a walk in the evening, and I brought a light with me, hoping to capture some interesting images with the reflections off the snow. The snow was heavy and wet, and I worried that the moisture might damage my light and the separate battery I had to carry. I might try again tomorrow night, as more snow is expected. I've posted a picture of my daughter and me from that first night.

On social media, I shared this picture along with the following message: "Vaga Lux Tenebris is a pseudonym I have used within certain communities. It loosely translates from Latin as 'Wandering Light in Darkness.' I wanted to connect the concept of being Nomadical with this pseudonym and the theme of my artwork. I have always aimed for my art to convey that sometimes, in darkness, things are not as they seem—not entirely bad—and that compassion exists even there. Perhaps, in some ways, the terrible things that happen, as dark as they may be, can also bring about the love and light we need to show one another and the earth we share.”

We all need some light moving forward-

The New Year 2025

As I welcome New Year’s Day, the grey, cold, and soggy weather outside feels like just another day—a perfect excuse to stay indoors and indulge in something warm and comforting. Winter tends to ignite my creativity, so I find solace in the short, dark days and the chill in the air.

Soon, I will turn 50, and while it feels surreal to reach this point in my life, I’m not saddened by it. Instead, I’m grateful for my journey and where I stand in the timeline of human existence. Surrounded by good friends, delicious food, and inspiring music, I feel enriched. My partnership with my spouse is a beautiful, loving bond that adds to my joy, and our child reminding me of the wonder, fear and curiosity for the world that I had at her age. I am fortunate to pursue my passion as an artist and to actually make a living doing it. If I were to leave this world tomorrow, I would do so with a heart full of gratitude. Yet, if I’m gifted with another 50 years, I look forward to embracing whatever comes next on my journey.

After all I’ve talked about last year, I find comfort in embracing a slower pace and reducing my online presence regarding my art. My focus will shift toward bringing to life the illustrations that dance vividly in my imagination while dedicating myself to mastering copper plate etching. The mark-making techniques I’ve developed in my drawing practice harmonize beautifully with the etching process. I envision an interwoven relationship between my digital artwork and my etchings, allowing both to coexist seamlessly in a cohesive gallery exhibition. After in-depth conversations with my friend and college professor, Kevin, about the legitimacy of digital art within the fine art world, I now recognize that my path lies in intertwining both forms.

In 2025, I won’t be sharing much of my new creations, as I wish to surprise you with a substantial body of work. My intention is to prepare for a potential gallery exhibition, allowing my art to unfold in a way that captivates and inspires. While the blog will continue to serve as a platform for my self-expression and sharing various aspects of my life, I must remind myself that posting content for instant gratification isn’t always necessary. I sense that something greater awaits me.

The last illustration I created in 2024 is depicted here. I came across a stunning photograph online of two men lying together in bed, holding each other in a tender embrace. The intensity with which they held hands and gazed deeply into each other’s eyes struck me as profoundly beautiful, inspiring me to capture that moment through my art. I named the artwork, Ardor

-love and light always

Ardor was created with an ipencil on an IPad using paper textures and inking brushes. The prints below are Giclee’ prints.

Winter Solstice Art

Hello out there!

Thanksgiving is just a couple of days away, and it’s shaping up to be a quiet one for me this year. Sometimes, solitude can be refreshing, as it gives me the space to create art. I've been off work for the past two weeks due to a surgical procedure, but I’m feeling much better now and ready to rejoin the world.

Most of my time off was spent resting and enjoying audiobooks, but once I regained my energy, I managed to create two Lino prints. I always make a holiday card, and this year's design features the sun shining down on Earth, sharing the gift of light. It’s a bit of a departure from my usual cast of characters, as I wanted to embrace a more accessible theme this time around.

Initially, I thought it would be impossible to craft a linoprint, scan it, and send it off in time for the holiday shoppers. So, I first created a digital drawing, thinking the linocut could be part of next year’s collection. I took my time with it, and I’m grateful that my recovery was smooth, allowing me the opportunity to work on this project. I had to take it slow due to some discomfort and wooziness, but it was worth it. I’ll share in photos below. I have a simple black and white print and I’ve selected a few to have watercolor added to them. The digital design is available to buy at my print store as a greeting card.

Right before my surgery, I found myself searching for a fun book to read. After immersing myself in political and world-solving literature, I craved something easy and warmly distracting. I had been tattooing a symbol of a mountain range with three stars above the highest peak on some of my clients, and I learned that it’s from a series of books that I would likely enjoy, given my fondness for fantasy stories. So, I decided to dive into the first book, *A Court of Thorns and Roses* by Sarah J. Maas. I was completely captivated and am now gearing up to start the fourth book!

With a small piece of linoleum on hand, I thought it would be wonderful to create a scene from one of those books. I won’t spoil anything for those who haven’t read them, but my artwork is a simplistic depiction of a moment known as "Starfall." It needed color, so I’ve decided that each edition will be watercolor, resulting in unique variations in appearance. High speed painting reel from IG, https://www.instagram.com/reel/DC9K5suOO8H/?igsh=NDQ1amg5dm1wNWww

Pictured below are both designs with the blocks I cut from. I’m in the photos to give you and idea of the size these are. I’m still painting on all of these so I won’t be able to sell them until next year at the expos. I’m in.

-love and light always

I hope you all have nice holidays!

Reclamation

Well, I had hoped we would welcome our first female president next year, but that possibility was again overshadowed by the same troubling figure. It astounds me that a convicted felon, rapist, narcissist, and openly racist man is compared to Jesus Christ and adored by devout Christians. I can only take pride in how I voted, standing firm with my beliefs and possibly being a voice if things go south. I will never accept the 47th president as anything but a bully and authoritarian. I am being kinder than I should be but now comes the challenging part: finding a way to coexist with those who chose to put him in office. The only glimmer of hope is knowing that there are many people on my side, both in high and low places. I must not lose sight of that.

**An Old Dream…**

I'm in the neighborhood of my childhood, surrounded by clean lawns and young trees, with perfectly spaced ranch and duplex houses, each featuring basketball hoops in the driveway. On this still and warm night, I step out of my doorway barefoot, wearing a shirt and pajama pants. The silence is so profound that it feels like I’m still indoors. My house sits at a curve where the street bends down a steep hill, a place where I used to race my Big Wheel until the plastic wheels wore thin and developed holes.I look up the street, and one of the homes several houses away has bright lights shining down on it. There are figures in the yard, busy with activity, but I can't discern what they're doing. The lights are too bright to see them clearly. I take another step toward them for a better look, but the moment my foot touches the ground, I feel all the figures turn and look at me. Suddenly, I'm hit with a flash of light to my chest, and I find myself falling into the earth. The force pushes into my chest, propelling me quickly into the ground. I see rocks and tree roots rushing past me as I am pushed deeper. The light at my chest flickers amidst the whirl of dirt and rocks surrounding me. I’m trying to grasp onto anything to stop myself from falling. Suddenly, I wake from this dream, gasping for air. I feel a weight on my chest but can't call out or catch my breath. The walls of my room glow with multicolored lights that travel up to the ceiling, reminiscent of the dirt swirling around me as I was thrust into the earth. My boyfriend lies next to me, sleeping peacefully, yet I can't move or call out.

In another moment, I awake again, sitting straight up in bed in a quiet, dark room. I'm breathing heavily, and my boyfriend is there, sleeping soundly beside me.**

I share this dream because, for one, it was vividly terrifying to experience, especially waking up and still feeling like I was there. I may never fully understand what it all means, but the lingering feeling I have is that I interrupted something those figures were doing—something I wasn’t supposed to witness. When they all looked at me, their heads emanated rays of light, obscuring their faces. The light that struck me came too hard and fast for me to process what was happening.

The memory of that dream now lives on in some of my art pieces, featuring figures with radiating eyes for heads. I can't say whether they were good or bad in my dream; they were certainly terrifying. However, in my art, they take on a different essence and feel more positive. It's fascinating how the interpretation of such vivid experiences can transform into something creative and, in a way, uplifting.

About the artwork**

I really wanted Reclamation to be a relief print but it was just too complex for me to make the cuts by hand. I drew one but I also made a woodcut using simple imagery. The woodcut didn’t turn out how I wanted it to so I’m not going to run any prints, but the digital drawing will become a print, a large one I might add.

Twisted limbs intertwine, binding, suffocating, and influencing a loving heart. It is manipulated, controlled, and ultimately ruined, ensnaring the innocent and tightening its grip. Yet, the radiance isn’t diminished, thriving in those who understand the most profound love of all. Free us and reclaim us.

Love and light always, Robyn

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DCe7B3Wv60B/?igsh=amQ3N3RpcDdjbWR3

Happy Halloween

Short post just to say Happy Halloween and share some good news. In 2025 I will be in 5 cities with the Oddities & Curiosities Expo! Most of what I do with vending in 2025 will be with them but I will mix a couple local markets in there too.

I hope to see you!

Me, You and Tattoos

I want to delve deeper into a topic that deserves more attention: my personal relationship with tattooing. I want to clarify from the outset that I do not claim to speak for all tattoo artists. While we may share common values and experiences, I recognize that opinions on this subject can vary widely.

Before I embarked on my journey as a tattoo artist, I vividly remember the intimidation I felt when stepping into a tattoo shop as a client. The mere thought of approaching an artist to inquire about a design would fill me with anxiety. It could take weeks for me to gather the courage to walk through those doors. To me, tattoo artists embodied an aura of ultimate coolness, and I feared they would ridicule my tattoo ideas. Back then, the internet was just beginning to emerge as a resource for tattoo designs and information. I was captivated by Japanese-style tattoos, yet my concern for cultural symbolism held me back. I hesitated to ask about getting a koi fish or a Hannya mask, unsure if it was appropriate for a white Western woman like myself to wear such pieces. In hindsight, it seems a bit ridiculous to have felt that way, doesn't it?

As a tattoo artist today, my goal is to ensure that no one feels intimidated by me or that they are bothering me with their questions. A significant part of my career is dedicated to helping clients achieve the tattoos they envision. If I ever come across as annoyed or dismissive when approached for a design, then I truly am in the wrong line of work. I recognize that the perception of tattoo artists being irritated can stem from observing conversations in the shop. Sometimes, we can be overly bold and casual when discussing the artwork brought to us, even in front of other clients. This behavior might unintentionally convey an air of condescension. I strive to be mindful of how I interact with both my colleagues and clients, but it’s easy to get swept up in the moment. At the end of the day, we are grateful for our careers and passionate about what we do. Tattooing is an incredibly challenging profession, and I believe that anyone in this field approaches their craft with dedication and respect. If they don’t they usually don’t last long or ever grow in the field.

When you inquire

-When reaching out to a tattoo artist about your design, it can feel as though you need to craft a formal essay. I assure you that this is not the expectation! Several years ago, while juggling the demands of being a new mom and a busy tattoo artist, I had to streamline my schedule and limit the number of clients I could take on. In response, I created this website to help clarify the types of tattoos I wanted to focus on—essentially, what I felt I was best equipped to create. Initially, I received long and elaborate requests from clients, often filled with personal stories and poetic expressions that could impress even an English professor. While I genuinely appreciate hearing about someone's inspiration and the meanings behind their tattoos, I want to emphasize that it’s not necessary for me to know all the details. What I really need are the physical aspects of your design. This clarity helps me better understand your vision and ensures that we can work together effectively to bring your tattoo to life.

I want to understand what style of tattooing resonates with you. Feel free to share inspirational pictures or simply tell me the name of the style if it belongs to a specific genre. Additionally, knowing your size expectations is crucial; it helps me determine whether your design can be executed in the dimensions you desire. It's important to acknowledge that the internet has often misled people about the reality of tattoos and how they age over time. I've seen some remarkable miniature portrait work and micro tattoos that showcase incredible detail. While these pieces are undeniably impressive, I believe they may not be archival tattoos. I have no judgment for those who choose this style, but I personally refrain from creating them due to concerns about their longevity. All tattoos will inevitably lose some sharpness as time passes. The rate at which this occurs varies from person to person, depending on individual skin types and overall health. This is a natural part of the tattooing process, and understanding it can help set realistic expectations for your ink.

Communication Breakdown

Social media is flooded with humorous videos depicting tattoo artists parodying the inquiries they often receive from customers. One popular format features an artist sitting at the front desk, with the caption, “If DMs were real people.” In these skits, a customer walks into the shop and casually asks, “Hey, how much is a tattoo?” The artist responds, “Well, it depends on the details of the design, where you want it placed on your body, and how big you’d like it to be.” Meanwhile, the customer is already walking out the door without saying another word. This shift in communication reflects the new reality we face today, starkly different from ten to fifteen years ago. Back then, my email conversations with clients would typically reach a resolution, leaving no questions unanswered or discussions open-ended. Now, it seems that many inquiries often linger without closure, which can be frustrating. I find myself questioning whether I should delete the inquiry or hold onto it, uncertain if the client will return with more questions or if I should simply move on. This ambiguity appears to be a byproduct of the way communication has evolved with the rise of texting and direct messaging. These platforms often encourage quick exchanges, but they can also lead to misunderstandings and unresolved inquiries, making it challenging to cultivate the clarity and connection necessary to take a client's inquiry seriously.

If I could ask anything of clients who reach out to me, it would be this: if you decide not to proceed with getting a tattoo from me, need time to save up, or are simply shopping around, please let me know. I fully respect your freedom of choice and understand that many people want to explore their options before committing to a design. However, I would greatly appreciate some form of closure in our conversation, so I know when it has come to an end.

The Yes and No of Inquires

There's a common misconception that if a tattoo artist doesn't have images of a specific idea in their portfolio, it means they lack the skill to execute it. I've had customers inquire about designs, like a gorilla, mentioning they've always wanted one but didn't see any examples in my portfolio and are looking for a referral. However, if you see animals in my portfolio that you like, rest assured that I can create any creature in a similar style without any issue. My main discrepancies lie with tattoo genres; for instance, I am not a hyper-realism tattoo artist. Hyper-realism refers to tattoos that visually resemble actual photographs or three-dimensional pieces. These tattoos often feature multiple layers of shading, whether in color or black and gray. While I appreciate the beauty of hyper-realistic tattoos, my preference is to take a more illustrative approach in my work. I align more closely with a semi-realistic tattoo style, and my favorite subjects to tattoo in that genre are flora and fauna. While I don't have a problem working in any other styles, I tend to gravitate towards designs that are easy to read and will age well over time.

Cover-ups are among the most challenging projects to undertake due to their inherent limitations. Clients often have high expectations and may suggest ideas for covering up their unwanted tattoos, only to be surprised when informed that their ideas won't work. A common misconception is that you can cover an unwanted tattoo with another tattoo of similar size. In reality, unless the existing tattoo is very small or significantly faded, a cover-up typically needs to be at least twice the size of the original tattoo to effectively conceal it. I often create tattoos using stipple shading and cross-hatched shading, which rely on transparency to achieve their effective look on the skin. It surprises me how frequently I'm asked to cover up unwanted tattoos with this style, as it is one of the least suitable choices for cover-ups. Effective cover-ups generally require darker shaded designs, and they tend to be more concealing when done in color. Customers may not always like hearing this, but opting for a solid and darker design is often the most suitable option for cover-ups, aside from laser tattoo removal.

When I receive requests for stipple-shaded tattoos as cover-ups, I often suggest considering an alternate approach: getting the desired tattoo on another part of the body instead. Many customers are reluctant to accept this suggestion, as they are determined to eliminate the unwanted tattoo and emphasize making their original request work as a cover-up. Unfortunately, clients often dismiss my advice and seek out another artist who may accept their request. I genuinely aim to offer the best options in these circumstances. My goal with cover-up tattoos is to ensure they don't look like cover-ups. If you're set on a mandala or floral tattoo featuring fine lines and light shading, I encourage you to consider getting it elsewhere rather than attempting a cover-up. You'll likely be much happier with the results.

I occasionally receive requests to add to another tattoo artist's work, but I’m not particularly fond of taking on these types of projects. I may consider them under certain circumstances, but the design must either match my tattooing style or be adaptable enough to be reworked to fit my approach. It’s not easy to add to an existing tattoo, especially when most requests involve tattoos that are over 10 years old. However, I can rework an old tattoo if it is faded and light enough to manipulate.

My Favorite Tattoos

One of the most popular questions clients ask during their sessions is, "What do you love to tattoo the most?" When it comes to subject matter, I am particularly drawn to anything featuring plants and animals—essentially, organic elements. Whether it's mythical creatures, traditional animals, a collage of wildflowers, or even a creepy skull, I find joy in creating these designs. I especially appreciate the free-flowing nature of these subjects, as they can be easily placed on the human body in a way that enhances their overall appeal. Declaring my favorite subjects doesn’t mean I won't take on other themes; it simply reflects what I have the most fun creating. From the drawing pad to your skin, this process is the least stressful for me, and I truly enjoy seeing the final results.

My favorite tattoo genres are black and grey engraving and stipple-shaded tattoos. I also enjoy working with color, especially when I can combine it with stipple work. This fusion creates an old-world book illustration quality that resonates deeply with me, as it reflects some of my favorite styles of artwork.

What do I dislike tattooing?

I don’t really like to answer this because it makes it sound like I won’t tattoo these things which isn’t necessarily true. I do turn down things at times but it’s usually because I don’t feel like I can execute the clients vision the way they want or it’s a placement and size issue.

-I find tattooing straight lines, such as those for crosses, swords, or card shaped designs, challenging because the human body doesn’t have a flat surface. These types of designs can warp or curve in many areas, making them look like I’ve messed up the image. Creating these designs requires pulling long lines with the tattoo machine, which can be tricky, especially if the client is a bit wiggly. While I do take on these designs, they are not my favorite, and I usually try to approach them in a way that minimizes the need for long lines.

-Birth flower bouquets are another subject matter I find challenging, despite doing many of them. My feeling comes from how the different flowers look together; while two different flowers can work well, collaging several birth flowers often makes it difficult to find a flattering arrangement. When clients are open to it, I like to suggest adding simple greenery, such as leafy plants or tiny sprigs, to help create a more naturally cohesive design.

-I find sunflowers challenging, particularly because of the center of the flower. It can be difficult to make the center visually interesting, and unless the client requests semi-realism, I prefer to stylize the center rather than depicting it exactly as it appears in nature.

-Fine line tattooing is another because of the archival issues I see with it. Fine line designs especially those that are structurally geometric are stunning to look at when they are fresh but as all tattoos do they will loose their sharpness and through the process of aging will soften and spread. I am carefully selective with this style of tattooing.

Final Thoughts

Tattoos are handmade, and it’s important to embrace that fact. While I can draw and tattoo many things, I’m neither a machine nor a wizard. I use references and collage techniques to create many of the tattoos you request. I often compare my work to that of a carpenter: you tell us what you want, and we draw up the plans and build it. I do my absolute best to deliver the design you envision, and I’m very honest about my capabilities. If I’ve ever turned down your tattoo idea, it’s usually because I don’t feel I can create it in the way you want. I know what I excel at and prefer to work within the boundaries of my strengths.

Tattoos photographed for social media often look different in person, so please keep that in mind. I use filters to enhance my photographs for online display, which means I’ll boost the brightness and tones to make the images more visually appealing. I view online portfolios as exhibition spaces, and I believe in showcasing the tattoos at their best. Almost every artist employs this technique because it attracts more attention from clients like you. It’s also important to understand that most artists only have the opportunity to photograph their work when it's freshly made, so photo enhancements help mitigate issues like redness or excessive shine. I strive to use enough of a filter to make the image attractive while ensuring it still looks like it’s on a person.

A good tattoo requires time, patience, and investment. Customers often find it hard to understand that the tattoos they admire today are quite different from those created in the 1980s, 90s, and early 2000s. When I started, my designs were smaller and typically featured a black outline with maybe one or two color changes, resulting in a more animated style of tattooing. Nowadays, designs are larger and incredibly intricate; for example, a tattoo of a rose may have six or more color transitions. Geometric work, in particular, demands a slow pace to achieve even lines and meticulous shading techniques. The more line work, color, and contrast a design has, the longer it will take to complete—often not just a couple of hours, but potentially 20 or more hours. Consequently, these types of designs that cover; for example the upper arm are not priced between $200 and $300, but rather start at $600 and up.

When selecting a tattoo artist for your design, you don’t need to declare allegiance to that artist or the shop they work for. Tattoo artists generally have a good rapport with one another, and it’s perfectly acceptable to collect tattoos from any artist you choose.

Adopt a mindset that allows you to let go of how the tattoo design should be approached. In short, don’t micromanage! While it’s important to clearly express your design goals, remain open to your artist’s suggestions for alternative directions in the design process.

Canceling a tattoo appointment impacts the artist’s income for that day. We understand that unexpected circumstances can arise, so if you need to cancel, please inform your artist as soon as possible. We’re not your boss or your school, and we don’t require an explanation; there’s no need for scolding. We simply want to know about your cancellation well in advance so we can seek another client to fill your spot. Last-minute cancellations, especially those made the day before or on the day of the appointment, make it challenging for us to find a replacement.

You are not my only client; I like many other tattoo artists typically juggle two to three appointments a day, along with responding to emails and creating tattoo designs for the following day. Please be patient if you email me, as it may take a day or two to respond. I understand that you might feel nervous about your tattoo design and worry that you may not like it. However, I’ve been doing this for a long time, and I know that if you want to make changes to your design on the day of your appointment, it's usually easy to do. Additionally, I have a personal life, and I also need to eat, sleep, and take breaks from my work.

Lastly, I am human, and I consider myself to be a fairly down-to-earth person. Please don’t feel intimidated. I love talking to clients while I tattoo them. If I’m ever quiet it’s because I am supper focused on your tattoo.

Pictured below are some examples from my portfolio of stipple shading. I love making tattoos in this style.

17 Years Of Tattooing

Seventeen years may seem like a lifetime, yet it feels surreal to reflect on my journey. I vividly recall my very first week, navigating the hustle of a busy Saturday and pretending to be a seasoned tattoo artist, all in a bid to build my clientele. My portfolio back then was a mix of kanji and old English lettering. It has been fascinating to witness the evolution of tattoo trends over the years, including shifts in popular placements. When I first started, tattoos on the hips, lower back, and tops of feet were all the rage, but it’s been years since I’ve had a request for those areas. In fact, the demand for foot tattoos has dwindled to almost nothing, which surprises me; I always thought their discreet nature would keep them in vogue.

It took me quite some time to find my footing as a tattoo artist. The journey was filled with insecurities and anxiety, especially in the early days when I was surrounded by seasoned professionals who had mastered their craft. Imposter syndrome often loomed over me, sometimes leaving me feeling paralyzed. Fortunately, I had the privilege of working alongside supportive and encouraging colleagues. In my region, I also formed friendships with other tattoo artists who were welcoming and kind. The tattooing community was smaller back then, but now it has expanded significantly, with new studios emerging at a rapid pace, making it difficult to keep up with them all.

The landscape of tattooing underwent a significant transformation with the introduction of Instagram and later COVID-19. The focus shifted towards appointment-only sessions, and artists began to specialize in specific genres or styles. Many tattooists moved away from the traditional street shop environment, opting for private studios where they could better control their schedules and concentrate on the unique styles they wished to promote. This shift allowed artists to cultivate a more personalized experience for their clients while honing in on their artistic vision. While I continue to work in a traditional street shop, I have also benefited from this change. In the past, tattoo artists were more open to taking on whatever came through the door, but now it's common for them to selectively choose their projects or recommend an artist whose style aligns better with the client’s vision. Although this evolution can be seen as a positive development for the industry, it also diminishes the nostalgia associated with walk-in tattoo studios. As tattooing continues to evolve, I sense that only a few traditional street shops will remain in business, specifically catering to walk-ins and tattoo flash. I envision these tattoo shops evolving into spaces that evoke the same appreciation as visiting a vintage record store. Just as record stores offer a curated experience filled with nostalgia and personal connection, I believe tattoo studios can provide a similar atmosphere—one where clients feel a genuine connection to the artistry and history behind each piece. I am already observing some artists embracing this approach, taking the time to collect historical tattoo art and artifacts.

I’ve always felt as though I was standing on a bridge with tattooing, straddling the gap between past and present. I entered the industry when magazines were the primary source for quality tattoo work, relying on art books for references and using tracing paper and red Ticonderoga pencils to create designs. Now, with just a few clicks online, I can access stunning artwork and incredible references, many of the books I once treasured now available for free on the internet. The technology has evolved dramatically since I started. Back then, I would solder needle groupings onto a bar to create tattoos and meticulously scrub and disinfect grips and tubes before running them through the autoclave. Nothing was pre-made or sterilized in a factory. I began with coil tattoo machines, and now I use a rotary pen that operates on batteries and cartridge needles. Despite the frustrations I faced along the way, I am grateful for my early experiences in tattooing, as they have deepened my appreciation for how easy and safe the craft has become.

As I contemplate my future, I often find myself considering a career change, a reflection shared by many artists who have been tattooing for a long time. This thought doesn’t stem from a lack of love for the craft; I genuinely enjoy creating tattoos, even when faced with difficult requests or challenging clients. However, I can’t help but think about my physical health as I age, especially with younger artists entering the industry with skills that sometimes surpass my own. I wonder if I might be out of touch with younger clientele, who may prefer tattooers closer to their own age.I no longer feel as invincible as I did in my 20s and 30s. As aches and pains have crept in, I’ve taken proactive steps to stay healthy and active, joining a gym, swimming, and focusing on proper nutrition. My goal is to continue tattooing for at least another 10 years, embracing the craft I love while taking care of myself and those that depend on me.

The Hammer of the Social Media Gods!

This time, my mind is focused on social media and my relationship with it as both an artist and a tattoo artist.

Last winter, I joined Threads, Instagram’s offshoot that functions like Twitter for Instagram users. Frankly, it’s something I didn’t need, but the clever creators of Instagram lured me in with pop-up notifications in my feed, saying, “So and so that you follow wants you to join Threads!!” So I downloaded the app, and the algorithm began showing me other creative individuals—some I recognized, but many I didn’t. Almost everyone was posting about their frustration with Instagram, lamenting that nobody was “liking” their artwork, even though they had 10K+ followers. This sentiment came from users in both the tattoo industry and the visual arts. After scrolling through Threads for a bit and encountering these complaints repeatedly, I lost interest. I kept the account mainly to share my work from Instagram, but I have zero concern about the attention it receives. My work gets very little, if any, recognition on Threads, and let’s face it: Instagram today is a far cry from what it was over ten years ago.

In the past, you could post a simple photo and receive a good amount of attention online. While I'm not a standout artist, I would typically average between 150-300 likes on a tattoo post. Nowadays, I see only 40-100 likes. Sure, if I wanted to spend some money, I could boost my posts or hire a bot to like them repeatedly, but why would I feel the need to do that? Does it even matter? Does it change anything in my “real” life or my actual job? Not at all. The only thing it does is create an illusion of popularity online.

With art prints, the situation is similar. A few of my artworks have gone viral due to my involvement with the band Ghost, as well as one piece inspired by the Cordyceps fungi in *The Last of Us* video game and TV series. I experienced a surge in popularity for a couple of weeks, but then life returned to normal. I remember when I was drawing for Ghost that I gained a wave of new followers, all with Ghost-related usernames. I’m sure I’ve lost more than half of them by now since I don’t exclusively create Ghost-themed art. I love the band and enjoy drawing them, but I also want to explore other subjects.

Now, with platforms like TikTok and Reels, we’re expected to produce content that is stimulating, dynamic, and flashy!

All of this keeps us invested in the social media gods, who have convinced us that the only way to achieve success with art—or really anything—is to post content at every opportunity. It’s exhausting, and based on what I’ve observed on the Threads platform, it’s undermining the spirit of creativity.

I'm not suggesting that social media is entirely negative, but I do feel we've become overly dependent on it to feel good about ourselves. On the positive side, social media can be inspiring, create opportunities to sell our craft, foster engagement, and enhance our portfolios. If you can navigate away from negative aspects like imposter syndrome and ignore the pressure to feel like you have to contribute to social media all the time; I believe it can be a great resource.

After much self-reflection, I decided to remove all social media platforms from my smartphone. I don't want to eliminate social media entirely, but I wanted to return to the days when I only used it on a desktop computer. You really don't realize how often you look at and scroll through your phone until you no longer have that capability.

In the end, I suppose I'm just fed up with the control and the illusion that we, as creatives or even non-creatives, need social media to have any significance.

It’s not ALL there.

  • I no longer have an online store with bigcartel.com. I have a selection of giclee prints and apparel available on this website on the portfolio page. Facebook and Instagram/Threads are the only social media platforms I use.

Autumn Rising

It’s summer, and your surroundings are filled with golden yellow brilliance under tree limbs that bow in the gentle breeze. The warmth of the light and the song of birds feels eternal. Lying on your back, you sense a slight change in the wind as it tickles your forehead. In the distance, far over the ridge, dark blue clouds dim the light. If you roll over and look to the south, you can ignore the darkness for a little while longer, but you know it’ll be here soon.

The trees above begin to sway in a sudden gust, and a few leaves dance off their branches, swept away by the wind. Your hair catches in the breeze, hindering your sight as it tries desperately to reach for the southern direction. Then, the cold swoops down and embraces you, making you clutch your heart against the chill while leaves whirl around you. So many golden leaves are falling, and you feel all your warmth slipping away. Rolling into a ball, you try to shield yourself from the pelting rain that now bears down on you. Your summer is slipping away. Determined, you try to hold on, but you lack the power to keep it. Nobody has that power but Zephyrus. In a final gust of wind, you let her go, and all the light fades to darkness.

The blue has turned to the black of night, but the full moon appears behind Borea’s harsh forces, bathing the land in its milky glow. You rise up from your huddle, and you are alone. The branches stand still, and not a single sound can be heard. The moon is so bright it casts your shadow, and that’s when you see it. Quickly now! A lone songbird dives through a pile of fallen ginkgo leaves, carrying one off in its beak as it flies toward the south. A ginkgo leaf for a memory, or maybe for hope. Perhaps it’s nothing at all—just the autumn rising.

Be at peace! Nothing is eternal, but seasons return. There is gratitude in every moment of light and darkness.

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Title of artwork, Autumn Rising

Made with Ipencil on an IPad

Nightmares in July/ My Cosmos is Mine

I keep having these dreams that seem to reflect the current political climate in the United States. Each dream is different, but they share similar themes centered around being forced to attend a Catholic or evangelical church service that feels infused with the undertones of Third Reich propaganda. In these dreams, I’m always compelled to enter the church and watch a service that quickly turns dark and hostile. It’s not a place of love. I want to leave, but I have to do so discreetly, facing bizarre obstacles and encountering hostile individuals—even monsters—chasing after me. One dream involved attending a convention for the Satanic Temple, where the journey to the location eerily resembled riding a train to a concentration camp. The convention was set in a beautiful mountain village and seemed welcoming at first, but it was soon overrun by neo-Nazi types, causing all the attendees—women—to flee. While these dreams are just nightmares, they reveal an underlying fear of evangelicals and fascists imposing their beliefs on me.

Theology—or perhaps I should say mysticism—is one of my favorite subjects to study and create art about. You can see this reflected in my work; even pieces from many years ago carry religious meaning. This is why my first blog post discussed how different religions shaped me growing up and continue to influence me. But why am I so interested in spiritual practices when I don’t identify with any? The answer is death—the great mystery we all will face: what happens, and where do we go? I’ve mentioned that I was only 10 when I first understood what death meant. It was a horrifying realization, leaving me feeling hopeless and helpless. Crying wouldn’t make it go away, and it seemed so scary and lonely. Now, as I near 50, I don’t share the same fear. Some might think this would be worse now, especially since I don’t believe in anything beyond death. I don’t believe I have a soul that will travel to some blissful place, nor do I think my soul will be reborn into a new being. Instead, I view it as ceasing to exist, while my energy impacts those around me. My soul lives on in the memories of those who knew me until their own day comes, and my body will return to the earth as food and minerals for other life forms.

My metaphorical train has returned to the station again (see my first blog post if you’re confused), and I’ve said goodbye to my three-year journey with non-theistic, compassionate Satanism. While this ideology remains close to my heart, the complexities of being part of the congregation and calling it my religion weighed on me. I sought a community I could relate to, which I found, but much like my time in Buddhism, I could not fully commit to identifying non-theistic, compassionate Satanism as my religion. Why?

I didn’t grow up with a forced religion imposed by my parents. I was introduced to Catholicism as a child due to family history, but most of my relatives only participated in church during holidays, weddings, and funerals. I attended Catholic school for a brief time, but even then, it was just school. Once home, nobody in my immediate family discussed being Catholic or said prayers. It was respected but never a big deal. When I began to question existential topics like death, I had the freedom to explore other ideologies and philosophies without fear or punishment. I found that many practitioners of compassionate Satanism came from deeply involved Christian backgrounds. Some had suffered abuse within their families and church communities, while others were exiled by their families for coming out as LGBTQ. They were angry, hurt, and some even traumatized by their experiences, seeking out Satanism for community and healing—not to cause harm or be evil towards Christians. Satanism is about rejecting arbitrary authority and rebelling against dogmatic conformity, while promoting empathy and self-worth. It’s understandable why those hurt by their religious upbringings would turn to Satanism. For me, I had rejected those constraints long before I knew what non-theistic Satanism was or connected with a like-minded community. I wasn’t abused, but the answers to my questions didn’t make sense, so I sought them elsewhere. When I discovered non-theistic Satanism, I yearned for a community because I felt alone in my beliefs as an atheist, frustrated by Christianity’s attempts to dominate the political landscape. However, as I became more involved in Satanism, I realized I didn’t share the same desire for devotion that some members did. I was drawn to the symbolism representing rebellion, especially in a creative sense, but when routines, invocations, and practices developed, it didn’t feel atheistic to me. While I enjoyed aspects of our community gatherings, I didn’t need a constant presence of it in my life. It is part of me, but it does not define me. Just as Buddhism became less central to my identity, so too did Satanism, and I decided that being a friend and ally was where I could contribute the most.

In conclusion, I’ve come to understand that I don’t believe there is one right way for everyone to live or believe. What matters is allowing people to find what works best for them, as long as it isn’t harmful to themselves or others. Some people need a community of faith. Some require daily rituals and practices more than others. Some find comfort in traditions, and I’m okay with all of that.

As for myself, I need everyone—Christians, Satanists, Jews, Pagans, Buddhists, Muslims, and Atheists. I need my scientists, social critics, and philosophers like Joseph Campbell, Hermann Hesse, Bill Hicks, George Carlin, and Jane Elliott.

What I do not need is control or force. I do not need shame. I do not need judgment.

I just need to be loved for who I truly am. We all want that, right? Love and light always.

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This month’s picture is the first etching I’ve made and printed. Etching printed light so I went back over it with black ink to bring out darker details. Do you remember my last blog about my frustrations with printmaking? Well, this is promising and just with this first attempt I’m thrilled with my results. I’m eager to start another plate especially since I understand a little more about how to use the materials.

Title- Kinnim from the Suffer Well series which explores the relationship of religion and sacrifice to forgive sin.

IG Reel showing the printing and painting process- https://www.instagram.com/reel/C9YWJXZOh9L/?igsh=OWRvcnY3OG1nc3J5

Recent Artworks

My partner/husband Tony likes to remind me that I am often too hard on myself when talking about my art. There’s no reason to be! - he says. He’s right and I guess I do this not necessarily out of self doubt but just to be more human when I post here. To elaborate, I feel like admitting that I struggle or that I am not totally satisfied with my finished outcome is my way of showing you that I do not see myself as perfect or flawless.

So, I wanted to just share some of the art I have made since January on this blog. I’m posting both physical artworks and digital artworks.

The Human Touch

At the beginning of the year, before I started this blog, I posted about breaking away from creating artwork in the Procreate app. I wanted to get back into printmaking, specifically relief printing, which I practiced extensively in college. After graduating, it was difficult to continue with printmaking because acquiring a press was not easy, and coming out of college with very little money meant it would be a long time before I could afford one. Now, with an established career, I’m finally able to pursue this passion. I purchased an etching press, cherry wood panels, linoleum, copper plates, Gelli plates, and every engraving and relief-cutting tool I could find. I also needed to replace all my acrylic paints for the Gelli plates and bought water-based relief ink for block printing. Here we go—let’s do this!

I started with wood and linocut relief printing. I tend to overcomplicate my designs for my skill level, so my first few results were less than satisfying. Scrolling through Instagram, I saw all these relief printers producing intricate and clean prints, and I thought it would be easy for me to do the same. Nope! My work ended up looking crude and rough. I told my partner I was making “punk rock prints” because of their raw appearance. Some of my struggles stemmed from overlooking the need to keep my tools sharp, selecting the right paper, and understanding the ink. I also learned little tricks to prevent unwanted ink from printing on the paper and using tabs to align it more efficiently. Even though I wasn’t overly thrilled with my creations, I managed to sell some of them.

I’m not sure if my drawing style sets unrealistic expectations for what is possible with relief printing or if I just need more practice. Perhaps this medium isn’t the right fit for me at the moment.

I set the relief printing aside and moved on to mono printing using the Gelli plate. Once again, I was inspired by the cool artwork being created with gel plates, which are clear, plastic-silicone-like plates used to create mono prints. Mono means one, so it’s similar to painting, but you can actually transfer a photograph to the plate and paint on it. Essentially, you paint backward in layers on the Gelli plate, allowing each layer to dry before making the final print. By rolling either matte medium or a layer of acrylic paint as the final layer, you press Bristol paper onto the plate and place a few weighted books on top to ensure the print transfers from the gel plate to the paper.

This is where it gets tricky. Pulling the print from the plate doesn’t always go smoothly, and during my first few attempts, I ended up ripping my paper. In general, this style of printing can be incredibly frustrating. It starts with trying to get the perfect photo transfer registered onto the plate. I encountered two main issues: either rolling out too much ink onto the plate or not enough. The amount of waste I created with paper, paint, tape, and paper towels left me feeling incredibly discouraged. I found myself envious of those perfect Instagram artists who seemed to effortlessly produce beautiful print after print. It took what felt like a billion attempts before I began to see my errors and correct them. I have made four designs that I liked, but I was ready to take a break from Gelli plate printing. I’ll definitely revisit it, but I think I want to shift the theme of my artwork to using my travel photographs instead of creepy, occult drawings.

Currently, I’m not feeling the joy I usually experience after creating something. Everything has felt just so-so, and I keep hoping for something better. After the mono print, I created two pieces in Procreate, which helped lift my spirits. It’s not that I need the computer; I used to feel good about my paintings and pen-and-ink drawings in the past. Printmaking seemed like it would be easier for me to master, but it hasn’t clicked yet. I may just need more time, or perhaps my creative interests don’t align well with relief printing or mono printing at this point.

I have one more avenue in printmaking that I’m about to explore. My college professor suggested I try copper plate etching after seeing my current artworks from the Majestas series. He believes I may be able to transfer the marks I make in my drawings more easily as an etching. I think he’s right. Etching was never something I truly embraced in college; I only completed a short class project to learn about the process. I really hope this is where I find my love for printmaking.

Until next time...

Love and light always.

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My Adventures as an Oddities and Curiosities Expo. Vendor

Last weekend, I wrapped up my short tour with The Oddities and Curiosities Expo. I participated in three shows close to home: Louisville, Columbus, and Indianapolis. This was my second year working with them, and when I applied, I wasn’t sure how many shows I would get or what my commitment level could be. I made the mistake of holding out for a different convention that was highly anticipated but ultimately turned out to be a flop. Needless to say, I won’t be making that mistake again. Next year, I’d like to make time for 6-8 shows with O&CE if they’ll have me. I’m honestly amazed at how well I did as just a small table vendor. The talent at the convention is incredible, and it’s overwhelming to resist the urge to spend all my money on the lovely vendors. To keep myself in check, I set a rule: I can only buy one item for myself at each convention. This year, I bought a woodcut print by Travis Lawrence in Louisville and, in Columbus, I found a Muntjac deer skull that I’ve been wanting for a long time. Deer hold a special place in my heart, and this unusual little animal often appears in my art. Look it up online if you’re curious! I kept my cool in Indianapolis and didn’t come home with any collectibles, but I did let my daughter spend some money, so that counts.

My best sellers across the board include pieces from my Cordyceps series, the *Last Supper* (aka *Prima Cena*) print, the *Winter Witch* (aka *Winter Solstice*) print, the *Ritual Night* print, individual ghoulish cherubs, and all of my stickers. Every copy of at least one of my art pieces finds a home, but those I mentioned are my most popular. In Indianapolis, I decided to bring a few original paintings because several people in Columbus had asked if I had originals. I was shocked when one of them sold within the first hour of the show! I regret not asking the nice woman who bought it for a picture holding it; I was simply too excited to think of it. My daughter was inspired by all the vendor artists and began drawing while she sat with us. I let her display some of her pieces on my board for a small price and a free sticker from mom, and she ended up making some sales! I didn’t push anyone to buy her drawings. Most people would see her work and ask about the story behind it, and once I mentioned it was my daughter’s art, they insisted on buying it. She has a tough time dealing with attention, which makes her anxious, so it’s sometimes hard to gauge her feelings when people talk to her. However, she lets her guard down around us, and she was genuinely touched by the support. It was wonderful to involve her. Her father and I were a bit concerned about having her in the booth all day, fearing she would get bored. We were glad to see her drawing instead of playing video games or scrolling on her dad’s phone all day. She loved watching the sideshow performers and kept asking us questions like, “How does that guy not hurt himself when he hammers that nail up his nose?” I kept reminding her that they are professionals and not to try that at home!

This is the type of art exhibition I love. I think I’m done with gallery exhibitions unless I’m invited to participate in a group show, but for now, vending has been the best way to share my art and connect with buyers. I believe people are more inclined to buy when they can meet and talk to the artist and engage directly with the artwork. I enjoy setting up my table so that people have to sift through the bins at the prints. Additionally, while some attendees might come to the expo just to browse or collect from a specific vendor, they are generally eager to see everything on display. I appreciate that bars, coffee shops, and restaurants want to showcase art, but I feel that people are often in a different mindset there; they might only acknowledge the artwork hanging on the wall for a couple of seconds without considering ownership or researching it further.

I’ve also enjoyed making friends with other vendors. There’s a genuine sense of community among the O&CE vendors, which is refreshing. When I first considered stepping into the world of vending, I worried there would be negativity or pretentiousness. I was part of a group chat for arts and crafts vendors in Kentucky that was unrelated to O&CE, and I was put off by one participant’s attitude towards the expo. This individual was upset about not getting into the exposition and began disparaging O&CE and its vendors. They claimed the expo didn’t care about local and regional vendors, only selecting the same people for their shows, and that the work on display wasn’t any good. After listening to their negativity about the vendors, I felt compelled to chime in and mention that I was in the show and had applied just like they did. It was disheartening to read such disdain simply because they weren’t accepted, so I decided to leave the group. I even tried to offer some professional advice but received a passive-aggressive response instead. DIY makers should be supportive of one another, no matter where we come from. I am grateful to be accepted and welcomed in cities and states outside my own. Holding a negative attitude like that individual displayed would be counterproductive to being a vendor.

While I’m done with O&CE shows for the rest of this year, I’m not done with vending. I have a show scheduled every month until November, with most being in Kentucky. However, I’ll also be heading down to Nashville in June for the Rotten Revival Show and then to Ohio for the Halloween Market in July. You can find all the information on my Events page.

My shirts have arrived, and they’re now available for sale! If you attended the Indianapolis show, you were able to grab one there—thank you to those who did!

I’ve started sketching out a design for a linocut featuring the Grim Reaper in the famous Marilyn Monroe pose, where the street vent blows her dress up. It just screamed to be on a shirt and a sticker, so I ran with it. The color variants are rust and citron, as I wanted to move away from the standard black t-shirt. I love a classic black tee, but this design needed to be on a different color. Contact me directly to purchase a shirt for $30.00.

-love and light always

Beltane

Beltane- Beltane is a Gaelic holiday that is celebrated between the spring equinox and the coming of the summer solstice. It is a holiday for fertility and the returning of the warmth and light of the sun. It’s commonly celebrated with decorations made of flowers and dancing around bonfires. Here my Nomadiskeli adorned in a dress blooming with flowers holds a burning crown of thorns to symbolically show the burning away of pain and sorrow in life.

Why the eye? Eyes express the innermost feelings and desires of the heart. Eye’s are symbolically associated with intelligence, light, vigilance, moral conscience and truth.

May 1 is Beltane and last year I made this artwork for the holiday. I thought I’d share it because it hasn’t been a big seller for me which kind of surprises me. Maybe if I would have used a different animal skull and not a wolf to represent the holiday or perhaps adorned her with a headdress. All my focus was on her gown and making it turn into flowers as if to blanket the land in new growth. I thought maybe the crown of thorns burning might have made people uncomfortable but I never get any questions about it. It’s not at all about burning Jesus Christ but more about what the symbol of the thorns mean which is suffering. You can purchase Beltane here, https://nomadical.bigcartel.com/product/beltane or you can find her with me at all my exhibition events. This coming weekend I’m in Indianapolis with the Oddities and Curiosities Expo. Event details are on my Events page as well as other vending events that I will be doing.

My time has been consumed but I have another artwork that I’m putting together for a copper plate etching that will also be about Beltane. It’s nowhere near ready just because I’ve been so busy with conventions and tattoo work. My process for creating is slower when I’m not using the iPad to make the art but the results are empowering. I look forward to showing you that process and hopefully some good prints.

I also have a t-shirt coming out and I might even have them at this coming weekends expo. I’m making updates to my print store in May and will add prints, stickers and my shirts for you to buy.

Thank you very much for all the love and support for my creating endeavors. I am deeply touched when people find me at the conventions and tell me they are fans and wanted to meet me in person.

-love and light always

The Angels Revolt and the Eternal Rebel

Some people look at my artwork and label me as anti-Christian or anti-religious, which couldn’t be further from the truth. I believe religion can be incredibly useful for individuals who might feel lonely or trapped in unhealthy lifestyles. I have nothing against practicing good morals or finding ways to bring peace and compassion into one’s life. However, I do have a problem when a religion seeks to conquer the world like a foe and rules over it like a tyrant.

We stopped traveling abroad around 2012 when my partner and I decided to become parents. During my time at home with a tiny baby, I began paying more attention to the news and social media. What I saw was a landscape filled with fear, anger, and fierce patriotism intertwined with Christian beliefs. I’ve always admired the comedian Bill Hicks, and something he once said came to mind as I observed what my country was becoming:

“The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, and close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see us all as one.”

There’s more to that quote, but that particular part stuck with me. As a traveler, I’ve never feared the world or the myriad cultural and religious differences among humanity. I never believed that everyone had to share the same beliefs or that there was only one right way to exist on this earth. When I started noticing an increasingly aggressive divide between what we now call conservatives and liberals, it upset me. I had hoped that, by this point in time, we would be more unified and accepting of our differences. I felt uneasy raising a daughter in a world that seemed to be closing itself off and potentially stripping away her rights. It troubled me to think that Christian values could dictate the rights of all people.

So, I rebelled.

I found a book titled *The Revolt of the Angels* by Anatole France. In this fictional story, a small group of earthbound angels who pose as artists decide to wage war against God and the heavens after the archbishop’s guardian angel begins reading books on art, philosophy, and science. The angels believe God is a cruel tyrant who must be overthrown for humanity's sake. They ask Satan to initiate a revolution, but “spoiler alert”—after an unsettling dream, Satan realizes that if they overthrew God, he would eventually become just as tyrannical as the God he sought to destroy. Nobody wins in this scenario; we must overcome our own jealousy, fear, superstition, and ignorance to cultivate compassion, wisdom, and curiosity. Victory lies in the spirit, and it is within ourselves alone that we can rise above the constraints of a tyrannical God.

After reading this book, I began channeling my artwork into the theme of fallen angels rebelling against a controlling, jealous God. My goal was to focus on experiencing empathy not through worship and prayer to a higher power, but by feeling it within oneself. The love of goodness doesn’t stem from a love of God. In some of my art, I aimed to portray these ideas by making it appear wrong or rebellious to experience compassion as a godless being.

This series has been an interesting journey for me, and I’ve received a range of reactions from viewers. While I mostly receive praise, there are always a couple of individuals who react with fear or anger at what they see, and I understand why. It’s easy to cling to superstitious and horror-themed ideologies that paint godless individuals as purely evil and cruel. No side is perfect; both the followers of God and the non-followers have made mistakes and are guilty of cruelty. I believe we can only do what is right for ourselves, and I hope everyone respects that religion is a personal choice. Not everyone will want to follow the same path.

I often get called a rebel, an outcast, or sometimes a weirdo for feeling this way, but I’m okay with it.

-image below is a combination of a woodcut and mono print I made titled, The Eternal Rebel. Completed March 2024

The Next Destination

I’m back! February was a bit rough in my household as both my daughter and I caught a respiratory virus. Between recovering from that and the business picking up at the tattoo studio, I haven’t had a chance to focus on writing here.

Where were we? Ah yes, the next destination after my time in a Buddhist sangha. Before moving on, I want to take a moment to remember Lama Ponya, who led our group and has recently passed away. Though he had long since hung up his red robes to become a minister, he was a beautiful human being, full of compassion for humanity. He was a shining light for many and will be deeply missed.

The next destination led to many destinations. My husband and I began looking outward instead of inward, and we took to traveling abroad. The world is vast, and while we saw quite a bit, we are nowhere near having explored it all; that was never our goal. In Europe, we visited Ireland, the Netherlands, Spain, Italy, France, Germany, and the Czech Republic. In Africa, we spent three weeks in Morocco. In Asia, we traveled to Nepal, Mongolia, Thailand, Myanmar, and Cambodia. Lastly, we explored Guatemala, Belize, Jamaica, and the Dominican Republic.

It would be impossible for me to describe every unique experience in each country without turning this into a novel, and I’m not sharing this as a travel guide. So, what is it all about? Why venture so far away and immerse ourselves in places where, at times, we stood out like sore thumbs? Sometimes, it was dirty and uncomfortable, with illness thrown into the mix. We genuinely wanted to see the beauty of the world, but shedding fear and assumptions was essential to that journey. Some people we knew believed that the United States holds all the beauty and culture one needs to appreciate the world. For us, it felt deeper; it was about seeking to understand the meaning of life.

I was only 10 when the reality of death hit me. I can remember exactly where I was—on a school playground. I don’t recall anyone saying anything to trigger this thought; it just dawned on me with chilling fear that someday I would have to die. That revelation changed me. It was the day my faith in God faded, and I began to question everything. My interest in other cultural beliefs ignited at that age, with the library serving as my gateway to those parts of the world.

There’s something unique about stepping out of one’s comfort zone. It can either boost your confidence, or you may retreat, vowing never to leave it again. I’ve always felt there are two types of travelers: those who plan their travels around comfort—like going on a cruise—and those who simply buy a plane ticket, grab a guidebook, and go. We were the latter.

When I first stepped into a foreign city that felt unorganized and chaotic, my initial emotions were fear and panic. I’m talking about places that are far less westernized, with language and cultural differences that can be overwhelming. It’s crowded, and you can’t understand anyone or read the street signs. It’s often dirty, sometimes smelly, and the traffic is loud and abrasive. It always felt surreal to be in the calm of the airport while clearing customs, as that space still felt like home. But then you step outside, into a taxi, and are suddenly immersed in it all, needing to figure everything out for yourself.

It’s empowering to break out of your sheltered world. You quickly realize that behind the curious gazes and language barriers, strangers are incredibly kind and willing to help you find your way. After a few trips like that, I stopped worrying, and I grew to love returning to that tumultuous atmosphere.

The kindness of strangers and the natural desire to connect often seem lacking in more westernized countries. I haven’t traveled like this since 2013, and I wonder if smartphones and social media have affected these connections. When you remove yourself from those devices, you can better experience empathy. At the time of our travels, social media existed, but not to the extent it does now, and people were more focused on network news to influence their perceptions. Even today, we are taught that the world is dangerous and meant to be feared. But traveling like we did opened our eyes to the reality that people are just people, much like us. It’s easier to say than to truly believe, but life is fundamentally simple. There’s great beauty in simplicity, yet we are often taught to look down on it and to push ourselves to be something more grandiose.

I’m not saying life is simple because the people we met were simple. I’m describing the simplicity that comes from removing yourself from the familiar and living in the moment. We truly lived in the moment, allowing each country to guide us with minimal preparation. If we met a stranger who invited us into their home for tea, we accepted. If a car full of French tourists offered to drive us to the desert, we hopped in. If a Mongolian nomad put us on a horse and took us to his grandparents' ger/yurt to drink fermented mare's milk, that’s exactly what we did.

My heart opened to the world, and I realized that life doesn’t need to have any inherent meaning at all. It simply is.

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Image below was taken in Nepal 2001 while crossing a suspending foot bridge over the Kali Gandaki River

The Train Station

I love to write, even though I know I’m not perfect at it. I’m sure I make a million grammatical errors, but writing is meditative for me, so I tend not to dwell too much on my shortcomings.

I wanted to share more about my thoughts on religion and philosophy, as I know some of you are curious. This ties directly into the themes present in my artwork, so it makes sense to discuss it here. I also feel it's important to be prepared for conversations about this, especially since some of the visuals in my work might make some viewers uncomfortable. It can be challenging to engage in a peaceful dialogue when people are attached to certain ideologies or assumptions that challenge traditional theologies. I've always believed—and still do—that one's religion or lack thereof is a private matter. There isn’t a single right way for all of us to navigate this world. We each must find what works best for us individually, doing what makes us feel good and happy, as long as it doesn't impose harm on any life form.

I would describe my philosophical and religious journey as akin to a train station, with many platforms waiting to take me to various destinations. Sometimes, I read about the places the trains will take me and choose not to board because I know they aren’t meant for me. However, I have boarded a few trains and stayed on them for a long time, one of which was Buddhism. My interest in Buddhism began shortly after I graduated from high school. I was drawn to its ideology that life is suffering, but that I could overcome this suffering through meditation and by seeing the beauty in life. Unlike the linear religions that emphasize belief in a higher power, Buddhism appealed to me because of its cyclical nature and its approach that doesn't center around godly worship. Hermann Hesse’s *Siddhartha* was my favorite book, and it remains close to my heart to this day. However, despite riding the Buddhist train for quite some time, I found I could never fully disembark and plant my feet firmly on its ground.

What changed? The more I connected with the community, the more alien it began to feel. I joined a sangha practicing Tibetan Buddhism, which is visually stunning, and as an artist, I loved the imagery and lore surrounding it. One day, we visited a Zen Buddhist retreat center, and as we approached the temple, I noticed a white stone statue of the Buddha seated at the entrance. Some members bowed and prostrated themselves before the statue, which is common in Tibetan Buddhism. I couldn’t bring myself to do it; I didn’t feel any spiritual drive to worship the statue as the Buddha himself. While I deeply appreciate the art of depicting Buddha, to me, the statue was just that—a statue. I could admire it and remember the teachings, but expressing adoration through bowing and praying didn’t feel right for me.

Then came the dream. Not long after, I had a memorable dream where I found myself in the Himalayan mountains at the entrance to a Buddhist monastery. I was alone, loaded with backpacking gear. For those unfamiliar with my history, I’ve traveled and hiked in the Himalayas of Nepal, so this setting wasn’t entirely foreign to me. I ascended steep steps, passing a couple of red-robed monks, and upon reaching the top, I entered the monastery. The room was smoky and bathed in muted golden light, with yellow tapestries covering the windows. The floor was adorned with weathered, overlapping oriental rugs, as if they had been walked on for years. Across the room, a lama sat in lotus position on a high altar, flanked by two monks. He wore a teardrop-shaped yellow hat typical for lamas and smiled at me, beckoning me to come forward.

Slowly, I removed a white prayer shawl from my coat pocket, holding it outstretched in both hands as I walked toward him. I believed he was going to bless it, as many foreigners seek when visiting a monastery. Standing directly below the altar, I held the shawl up toward him. Still smiling kindly, he said nothing. Instead, he placed both of his hands over mine and gently pushed the shawl back toward my chest. Confused and somewhat resistant, I tried to extend it toward him again while he held my hands. He continued to smile, and as I felt my arms pushing back, the shawl returned to my chest. He held it there, gazing into my eyes with a smile, and then I woke up.

What to make of that? It’s a dream I’ll never forget, even though it happened about 22 years ago. I interpreted it as a sign that I wasn’t meant to fully commit to being a Buddhist. It didn’t feel cruel or unwelcoming—just surprising. Did I receive a divine message from a high lama? I doubt it. Sometimes, I think our expressive minds like to remix our memories while we sleep, creating the dreams we experience. Regardless of its origin, this dream had a profound effect on me. While I continued to carry some aspects of Buddhism that I cherished, I largely stopped practicing and exploring its literature after that dream.

I know I’ve written quite a bit today, but I won’t dissect every direction I’ve traveled. The important thing is to convey how I arrived at where I am now. It felt necessary to discuss Buddhism, as it has played a significant role in my life for many years. If you visit my home today, you will still find many relics, statues, and artwork reflecting the culture of Buddhist practice.

And now, onto the next destination.

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I’ll continue all of this in a new blog post on another day. Pictured below is from 2010 when I was in Thailand at the train station in Bangkok.