Sunday, December 18, 2016

Tattoo Story





What you can't see in the pic on my left arm is my HEYMAN! It is a twisted sort of smiley face that stands for me. I started drawing it on notes in high school, then got tied into the name of the art group I started, and now if my logo/symbol.
On my left arm, the top one is a symbol for my son I designed with his mother. The lower one is for my best friend’s kid.

The ones on the torso are each for a different chapter in my life.

The panda is for my childhood, which I call Jail Baby. It is a doodle I used to do of my favorite beanie baby toy. When I moved out of my parents’ house I lost it. I came to find out 5 years later that my mom had sold it at a yard sale to my aunt, when I spotted it in my cousin’s room. I stole him back. He now sits above my son's bed, as his protector.

The smaller, upper heart with the spiral represents the Era of Ryan and Lisa.  I married my high school sweetheart shortly after we bought a house together. It what I think too hearts all tangled up together and twisted look like.  Our marriage only lasted 5 years. We were together a total of 10 years. She cheated on me with a much older man with money while I was working to help her with nursing school.

The middle symbol is the Phoenix. It was a period of trial by fire, after my divorce. I kept our house and rebuilt a whole life. I discovered who I was, had lots of lonely and depressing nights, and due to working 70 hr weeks came to my peak physical condition. I saved, and paid for a trip to Europe and Japan. I never did more in such a short period of time. I greatly expanded my artistic experiments. I built a barn for sculptures and my new trash picking truck. Eventually, I considered college and decided to go and quit one of my 2 jobs. 2 weeks before I started classes I was fired from that factory job. My family and culture is blue collar (although I have a heavily scholastic/scientific/artistic nature). I chose to remain unemployed for the first time since I was 14 to double up on my credits. To our family, this is a suicidal approach. It leaves you no security, no protection. Work is your foundation, and I chose to sacrifice all of it that to be better. No woman or job would ever make me feel like less.
I hit college hard and quickly became one of the most enthusiastic and reliable students. I always got A's (well, except 2 classes in 6 years). I met a bunch of literary and artistic friends and began writing and developing that skill, as well as forcing them into multiple projects and events to make them utilize their amazing skills.  I also invented Destructicon and a rainbow version of V for Vendetta for Cleveland Pride.
During this period, I also fell in love with another woman. A co-worker from my 2nd job who had worked with my ex for 6 years. She was a 32-year-old Christian virgin, having retreated to her familial cocoon, after her fiancée left her at the altar. A year later she was no longer a virgin, and a year after that she was pregnant.

This bled into the next period of my life, The AntiFather, which is the large heart symbol under the Phoenix.  In the center of the Phoenix is a heart with a jagged crack and 6 eyelets. The, I called the egg, from which the Phoenix was born. "Through the cracks of my broken heart seeped liquid fire." This was based off a silver reproduction and improvement of a cheap costume charm I had a friend make. I wore it throughout the entire Phoenix and into AntiFather period, along with my wedding ring on a chain around my neck. The eyelets were intended to be laced when I found my next love and the entire necklace would be given to her on our wedding day. This never happened. I never took the necklace off save for the 3 times I broke the chain.  AntiFather was a term I coined when my best friend’s son was born, since I called him my AntiChild. It is a nonsense word, but something I am growing meaning into.
The core of the AntiFather symbol is everything that has come before all tied up into one, with a keyhole with a K. Both me and his mother's last names begin with K. He's both and the best of both of our families. His symbol, on my arm is a key, shaped to fit the hole in my heart. Me and my son's mother never got together. We tried to date several times, but her religious differences kept us apart. Therefore, the eyelets never were bound and remain a scar I bear for his and her sake. For all those who have hurt me, I will bear all those scars for his sake. The symbol is called Redemption, as his is called Genesis. They bled from the Phoenix, who was reborn and with it brought new life. He is my chance for a new life and to finally redeem myself and my family's cursed name.
The AntiFather has many ups and downs and after the volatile nature of the Phoenix, this period had a lot of learning while I figured out what I will take with me and who I will be for the rest of my life. So, unlike other more definable chapters in my life, it has lots of subchapters, that brought me to where I am today. I built a large dream studio at my house to protect my son from my projects, but also to create everything I ever wanted. However, after an Identity Crisis, and a purging of my ex-wife's mementos (called the Rapture), several years later I came to Breakdown. My son's mother refused to move in with me and I finally had to choose an end game for 6 years of college. I just loved learning. It was time for me to choose who I was. And the most important thing, was to be a father, a man who creates life. I gave up the house, my dream studio, and everything I had built in my lonely fortress/art museum/tomb/dungeon so I could be closer to my son and closer to a career and hopefully, closer to love.
I am here now, just starting to rebuild this new life.; the subchapter named "The Age of Discovery," where me and my son get to discover who we are.

My story is not over yet, and I have way more tattoos ideas.

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Tragedy

It's always a tragedy when someone dies. It's a tragedy when you cannot find anything nice to say about the dead. It's an even greater tragedy to watch a young girl cry because her own siblings don't know who she is. To watch my own sibling pretend I do not exist or another's sibling do the same. Nephews and children are denied what good exists in their family because the bright spots are too dangerous to know because they might invite more of what you've fought to protect yourselves from.To be in a moment when a family should come together to mourn a loss and all they do is exploit the moment to cut each other more. To squabble over meager possessions. To watch a grandmother justify every reason my son is not more of her life, nor the rest of the family. To watch an entire family choose ignorance or destruction over helping each other when they need it most. And then to know that this dead man began all this. That the man who you are supposed to be sad about died started all this bitter shit that led to your fucked up childhood, your brother, your nephews, and alot of your family. And know that his legacy is this shitshow vaudeville act. And then, you have to accept that all the sadness over that young woman crying, your sister's ignorance, your cousins, all of this; they're justified. And then you have to accept that you cannot even post this publicly, You can't tell any, but the few who have hurt you just as deep. That you are reaffirmed in the idea that family means people who hurt you. And that all these fuckers who treat everyone else like shit: they get to have families, they get to have people who care about them. They get to come home in all their pain and anger and indignation, and they do not have to be alone.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

The Zen of Dumpster Diving

1.      Sometimes you reach in and pull out shit, sometimes gold. 
2.      Don’t be afraid to jump in, but always look first. 
3.      Always use protection. Dress for the job.
4.      The best things are those that no one else thinks are the best. 
5.      Seek the undesirable and you will be richly rewarded. 
6.      Everyone’s treasure is usually hidden in someone else’s trash. 
7.      Always illuminate. Never underestimate shedding the proper light on something. 
8.     What you see on the surface is rarely what you really want. 
9.      Everything (one) is useful to someone. 
10.  Intended use is not the only use, and rarely the best. 
11.  Abandonment just means it’s time for someone else to see its value. 
12.  Somethings were never meant to mix. When they do, it can be unexpectedly beautiful. 
13.  Go in with desires, but not expectations. You will often find you desire the unexpected. 
14.  You will get dirty. Accept it and learn the value of good soap. 
15.  Even if you find nothing, you will still find yourself. 
16.  It is not the finding that brings the biggest thrill. It’s what can be made out of it. 
17.  Everything you need is all around you.
18.  Never buy anything that everyone else discards half used. 
19.  Never jump into anything you cannot jump out of.
20.  What you find may be lost to you moments later. Keep moving until you find something (someone) better. 
21.  A place (person) unexplored is an opportunity wasted.
22.  Be prudent. You cannot always take everything. 
23.  What you do with what you find is already decided. What others do may surprise you. 
24.  There is no such thing as no good use. You just may not have it. You may not be the best person for something (someone) 
25.  Respect the places (people) you explore. If you leave a mess, you will not be allowed to return. 
26.  The greatest treasures are often buried in the greatest filth.