One Year

I'll admit I've actually been happy with about seven or eight tattoos so far. Not content, but happy. Sure, I'm always critical of my own work. But I don't really see any other way of doing it. It's not that I'm specifically trying to push myself to get better. It's more of a desire to duplicate what I see in my head.

And doing so means acquiring the skill and prowess to learn the tools I'm working with. Every tattoo a lesson; a deposit into the kitty of which I'll eventually draw my winnings. Maybe one day I'll hit that jackpot and achieve what I'm looking for, but for now I've got so much to learn.

So what is it that I'm working towards one year later?
Efficiency. An economy of precision.

It's working hard to nail what I need to on the first pass. More in and out accuracy, less over and over hamburger meat. I want to adjust my art to meld with the skin of its new owner. While I can't be around during the healing process, I can do better to regulate the ink, trauma, and comfort.