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| (Another year down. Hello 2012.) |
(I know, he's so handsome you can hardly stand it, can you?)
Time to update my profile. The last update as at my last camp. A couple of years have passed and a lot has changed.
I still make art every day, it just doesn't posted in the gallery anymore. We have already fully registered my Tattoo'd Hooligan trademark. Upon my release, that will become the name of my shop. For this reason, my art no longer posts online. The art I continue to create goes into a file of custom pieces that will be sold in my shop. I want to set my shop apart from the others and all of my art will be offered as custom, one-of-a-kind, never before viewed art created just for you. Once you have a piece inked on you, that art will be removed from my files and never sold again. I currently have over 300 pieces in this file and four more years to add to it.
This year I had my 17 year old daughter added to my phone list and we talk often. This has been a long time coming since I gave my daughter up for adoption 16 years ago. I was 18 when my little girl was born. At the age of one she was adopted by a loving couple. The man my daughter learned to love as her father passed away at Thanksgiving nine years ago in an accident. My daughter and her mother were devastated. Somewhere around that time I was given a second chance to be a part of her life again. I wasn't ready. I was still a very self-absorbed drug addict that had many more lessons to learn in life.
About five years ago I reached a place where my daughter became my world. Prison caused a lot of changes for me and realizing what truly matters in life was my biggest lesson. Until this year we have written letters back and forth. This year for my 36th birthday, we had our first phone call.
I'm sure she makes plenty of teenager mistakes, but I don't see them. When she answers the phone, my world is centered and when we hang up and she says "I love you", I find my purpose in life. I am a dad.
I don't care about blogs, Facebook or tweet.
I don't quite remember what my school yearbook said about my future. Ahh, that's right....I was expelled my senior year. The best thing I get from high school is that I will marry my homecoming queen and make her my wife. Bet nobody expected that.
I'm an artist. I have a gift and I'm damn good at what I do. My main priority is knocking down these next four years so that I can come home. I have kids to raise, some hell to raise and some tattoos to give. I invite you to stop by my shop and see the rest of the gallery. Perhaps you'll walk away with a custom piece of my art for yourself.
Thank you for following my life. Wishing you a wonderful 2015!
