Strange Dreams
I had a dream last night that Owen Jensen had some kind of retrospective or memorial organized for him at a place where I was employed. I worked the event, surrounded by artwork and tattooers, some I knew, some I didn’t. At the end of the night, Jensen’s whole “family” showed up: lots of kids, grandkids, and Dainty Dotty herself. In my dream, she looked kind of like my Grandmother on my mother’s side; she was wearing a muumuu (typical of my grandmother), and she was covered in awesome, old tattoos (not typical of my grandmother).
Anyway, the hoard of family was getting ready to leave in this gigantic black Suburban that was super-shiny and somehow held 15+ of them. I really, really wanted to say hello to Dotty, thank her, and show her the progress on my Jensen sleeve, so I sprinted up to the car and knocked on the window. The door opened, and there was Dotty, but they were already pulling away, so I had to yell my thanks and appreciation. She yelled something nice back at me and then they were gone.
I sort of woke up at that point and murmured, “What a strange dream.”
Kevin asked me what I dreamed about and I answered, “I met Dainty Dotty.”
No one likes to read entries about people’s dreams, I know.
I really do love having my picture taken. Other loves: the Goodwill in Norwood, the buckles on these boots, Owen Jensen flash all up on my arm space, and basically existing as a color explosion in my every day life.
mikeadamstattoo:
So, if any of you didn’t know, here’s some tattoo history. Standard coil tattoo machines are essentially electromagents; two copper wire wound cores create the electromagnet when voltage is sent through. This came from old electric doorbells, which use the same exact specs. I collect old doorbells, because I feel that they’re a very important part of tattoo history.
I came across these antique doorbuzzers. Instead of the armature bar being connected to a long rod that rings a bell, (like many old doorbells) the brass piece between the coils rings the bell, as the whole buzzer itself was placed inside a bell. When the brass piece moved up and down, it rang.
Since tattoo machines are essentially doorbells with a tube vise and a nipple bar, I decided to do just that to one of these buzzers (left), and it’s now a functional tattoo machine. My favorite part is that there’s no capacitor, so it’s loud as all hell and sparks a ton. It just overall sounds terrifying, but it’s awesome. I wish I knew exactly how old the buzzers are.
Sorry to bore you with that history lesson. You can go back to your Tumblr feed of weird sex pictures and animated gifs of stuff now.
thanks - Mike Adams.
My partner is back there making a tattoo machine right now — rather fitting that I read about them on the internet, he gets his hands dirty making the things.
thefabledwhitebuffalocompany:
I tattooed this brown tiger last week as well.
thank you for taking a look,
BAILEY HUNTER ROBINSON
Owen Jensen, whoop whoop! Also, Bailey Hunter Robinson kind of rules.
visualamor:
Stewart Cripwell fucking amazing.
Someday I will be this covered — and maybe half as rad.
thefabledwhitebuffalocompany:
I tattooed this rabbit and wolf on the top of Alexa’s hands. She didn’t even flinch …not once.
thank you Alexa for getting tattooed.
-BAILEY HUNTER ROBINSON
