Click, Wind, Click.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Justin Acca.

Some great stuff I picked up today from Devil's Ink Tattoo shop! Justin Acca's artwork.. you should look him up.

Hope everyone had a lovely day,

Tim. xo

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

-- Taken from The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky.

Happy New Year all!

-Tim.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

At least I don't do drugs.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

I don't care if you don't like it.

It's time for me to get my act together..

I don't want to be going no-where with my life anymore. Working at the skate shop is fine, but quite obviously I'm there just to pay the bills. Most of you probably have no idea, but I really really want to do something with myself in Tattooing.. So now you know.

I should be drawing a hell of a lot right now, working towards making this happen for myself, but I'm not. I am lacking inspiration and motivation. The worst of it is that I really want to do this, and I haven't even begun to comprehend how much hard work, time and perseverance it's going to take, to get to where I want to be.

Photography has always been a huge part of my life, and will continue to be in the future.

If anyone wants to send me some links to photos/drawings/paintings/writing/ whatever, I'd really appreciate it - timregard@gmail.com