sunnuntaina 22. maaliskuuta 2009

Stop the Press

Thought I'd post this here as well, this came out in the 2/09 issue of Six Degrees.

The Art of the Tattoo

So you want to get a tattoo. But how do you make sure it’s not going to be a tragic mistake you’ll be warning your grandchildren of when you’re old and wrinkly? There are a few things to consider before having something carved on your skin for all time.

THE BEST person to tell you what not to do is a tattoo artist who’s done more than his fair share of cover-ups. Tomppa, the owner of Halo Tattoo Studio in Tampere has been in the industry long enough to have seen all kinds of tattoo getters, and quite a few of them he’s sent back home, ink-free, to think things through.

“After a while in this business you get a certain knack for people, you’ll see if they’re still undecided,” says Tomppa You need to be sure. Go and buy a biker jacket if you want to look like a badass. Getting a tattoo will backfire when you decide you’d rather be a banker than a biker and need to wear a diving suit to a job interview to hide your badass tats. “You need to protect people from themselves”, says Tomppa. “If the customer is uncertain, I don’t take the job. When they’re stuck with a shitty tattoo, they put the blame on the guy who did it, and never on themselves for wanting it in the first place.”



Hate-inspired or vengeful tattoos are generally a bad idea, because feelings tend to change and having “die you cheating bastard” tattooed on your arm might not feel like such a great idea after a while. Tomppa also refuses to do racist tattoos. “It’s not my business to tell people how to think, but you have to think about your own portfolio and your reputation. If you carve a couple of white power -tats, there will be guys with chemotherapy haircuts swarming in front of the shop.”

Running his own business has allowed Tomppa to make his own rules. He won’t do you if you’re underage, with or without parental consent. And he won’t give you a folder to choose a copy paste picture from. “I don’t do barbed wire. This is not a hardware store,” he smiles. Tomppa likes to do things his way, but with the customer in mind. “There are a lot of tattoo artists in this business who say they’ll only do it their way and if someone doesn’t like it, they can go elsewhere. But you need to listen to the customer to some extent. And talk them out of it if what they want is crap,” Tomppa says.

Tomppa has a brutally honest, Gregory House kind of attitude towards customer service, and his habit of saying first and thinking later makes even some of his regular customers a little wary. Some of them don’t even pretend to like him. “I get called an ass a lot. But we’re making tattoos here, not friends. I know a lot of tattooists who are really nice guys, but they couldn’t draw a straight line with a ruler. You need to weigh up what’s really important,” says Tomppa.

Tattooing is an art that requires more skill than just the ability to draw. No matter how stunning your artistic talents may be, they mean little when the pen you’re holding weighs about 250 grams and vibrates and the paper you use feels pain, twitches and needs to rest. Drawing skills aside, you need to understand what it means to work on a person. “Drawing on paper is art, but on skin it’s science. There are so many things you need to know, the way skin reacts and what will and will not work.”
This is part of the reason Tomppa is suspicious of tattooists who don’t have any images on their own skin. Their knowledge of the art is limited. “The roughest tattooists I have met have been ones with very little ink of their own.”

The process of getting a large, custom-made image is very different from copying a flash image. People expect to see the exact image beforehand, but Tomppa likes to draw freehand, shaping the design to suit the body and draws only certain details in advance. “I always say that sure, I’ll design and plan ahead, and I never do. But that helps me maintain my interest in the job I’m working on. It demands a certain kind of customer-tattooist relationship though,” he says, implying that he makes sure the customer is fine with the idea before starting to work on them freehand. There are people who need to see the exact picture beforehand, but those people are often reluctant to pay for the time it takes to design. “When I tell them I need to charge for the time I spend drawing their project, they slam an egg timer on the table and start harassing me to draw faster,” Tomppa says.

So you still want to get a tattoo? Good for you. You’ve got your heart set on the design and you would trust your tattooist with your life. This is it. The buzzing of the machine. The faint smell of the disinfectant. The punk music blaring from the stereo. It only hurts in the beginning. The pain will subside after the first hour, I promise. Look at your tattooist. If he’s got ink, he knows how it feels. He’s not doing it to hurt you. He’s doing it to carve something better out of you.

tiistaina 27. tammikuuta 2009

VolBeatles

I know this was supposed to be about the tattooing and all that, but screw it. I kissed Michael Poulsen! And I tricked my way to the front row and got to caress his ink. So in a way this is about all that tattooing and shit. ButIkissedthehotguyonVolbeat! And I'm never washing my hand again.



By the way, Matti and Mervi, if you're reading this, hope you had as much fun as I did!

tiistaina 6. tammikuuta 2009

Jesus didn't bleed this much

15 hours and counting. Got to admit, the 4 hours (give or take) per session seems to be my limit. This time we dwelled on space, carved the hebrew ein sof on my shoulderblade and worked on the vortex behind the ribbon. There's very little untouched skin, so this will take it's time healing. And once it does heal, I got to say, it will be the most obsecenely pink space anyone has ever seen.

My tattooist has the weirdest way of doing these 3d things. Seriously, you should see the guy twirling behind my back as if flying an imaginary paper airplane (harhar) and talking to himself. I don't mind, his babble is most amusing, and his drawing always perfect.

Also, learned that the only music to ink space is Muse. No dispute there.

Pictures to follow when healed.

keskiviikkona 15. lokakuuta 2008

Tibetan ribbons and ancient greek

Wow. We're getting so far along I'm starting to see what the whole spectacle is going to look like when it's done. Some might think I'm insane, I'm thinking how come I didn't get this particular strike of insanity before?! Got the shredded ribbons on my back done, threw some cherryblossoms in the mix and then there's the greek wisdom spinning in the air. Those of you who can read greek, try to figure out which way the ribbon is spinning. I still am.


Love the flowers, and can't wait what the abyss of space and the hebrew floating in nothingness will look like. Not so surprisingly we didn't get anything we talked about last time done now, but who cares. As long as it gets done :)

lauantaina 11. lokakuuta 2008

Arse!

You try taking pictures of your own ass. I'm telling you it's not that easy. Despite the photographic challenge, here's an update of my inking. Got the ribbons for The Great Below done on my thigh (that's your place right there, Trent) and the koi fish on my back. The lotus and Chuck's wisdom still looking good.


This might be the biggest cover-up job in the history of mankind, but the old sun and moon tat got covered last time. Now we're just going to extend the cover up pretty much all over the right side of my body.


I'm mentally preparing for the third session now. And I have a week to recover before having to go back to work. I'm already scared stiff of how much it actually hurts to get your side tattooed. I'm sensing tears... We'll see how it goes.

keskiviikkona 13. elokuuta 2008

For Heavens sake!

Besides getting new ink, I got a musical revelation. Never in my dreams would I complain about the music they play at the studio, and last time I came home with an inexplicable appetite for Alkaline Trio. This time, I got home with something even better. Ink staining my skin, needle on my back he says "I bet you'd love Heavens."

So I get home, ready to die, bruised and bleeding and exhausted, but suddenly I'm resurrected. Thank Heavens for that. Undescribable, yet simple. Nothing too artsy, not too easy either. It's Joy Division on a country festival. It's a fist-fighting punk feeling all melancholic and soft inside. The fuck do I know, but I was in love.

lauantaina 9. elokuuta 2008

The needle tears a hole...

I'm in the middle of a tattoo project that will probably kill me. Still, a beautiful death ;) So far, I've been bruised and beaten for 4 hours, and this is what we've got. For those too blind to read, it says "Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words can hurt like hell". The next session is Tuesday.

When it's done, it will be a neojapanese piece going from my thigh along my side all the way up to the back of my neck. As a sort of a center, there will be a koi fish swimming, trying to catch a butterfly from the air. The waves from the koi's pool will splash down through the rocks, all the way down to the Great Below (hehe). The lotus is on fire, and there's swirls of air going up into the unknowable, the cosmic nothingness, the ein sof. Sound incomprehensible? It is. But you'll see.

So, I'm really looking forward to the pain. All four hours of it. By the way, just below the ribs is a nice place to start if you want to a) cry or b) faint. Is there still time to learn how to have an out of body experience?

If I'm still alive on Wednesday, I'll be a bit poorer and a lot more inked ;)