third eye/eye of horus

Time flies.  

In a week I will have been here 3 months. 

And a month and a half later I will already be on the plane home. 

I can't believe it. 

Tattooing is slowly trucking along... 

Lots of lettering- initials and stuff in arabic so not my favorite, but I had fun designing this weird modified eye of Horus last week.

Some more polynesian tomorrow...

finally some work!

After an extremely slow week (read 0 tattoos in 4 days) friday and saturday picked up and I got some tahitian/maori stuff done- yipeee!

A slightly sacrilegious Native American/Tahitian mash up....

tiki + shark

    tiki and shark on calf                               

story time!

The Corsican lifestyle is very laid back, so much so that it can make the simplest of tasks impossible. This daily practice in patience, that although frustrating in the present, is actually quite comical in retrospect. Such was the case with my morning errands.
I went to the bank to make a money transfer to England. Except that no one in the bank could determine the exchange rate of the euro to British pounds.
"Oh la la Madame, you'll have to look that up online!" I was told, by a woman peering at me from behind a computer, followed by "or maybe try the post office?"
At the post office, of course, the exchange rate was even more of a mystery. I figured I would make the most of my time at the counter, following the 30 minute wait, and buy some stamps.
"Sorry, we're out."
"What? but this is the post office..."
"Yes, but we're out of stock."
"So when can I expect that you will have some?"
"Well, the time it takes for us to contact the main office in France, and then for them to send them to us."
"And about how long will that be?"
"Oh well Madame it's hard to say, you know how slow the mail can be..."
I was half surprised that he didn't send me back to the bank for that one.
In the end, its this same relaxed attitude that enables me to get away with my own ass backwards mode of operations, so I gladly oblige.
I only wish that the bank teller and postal clerk had been around to help out the other day when I built an entire shelving unit with nothing but snap flooring and wood glue, and then realized to my dismay, (and after the loss of 3 glasses and a salad bowl that I had neglected to clear from my work area,) that the plastic bottle I had chosen to wedge the shelf into place happened to contain the only cleaning product in the house that would have aided in removing the puddles of glue that I had managed to get on to 80% of the surrounding surfaces, and which were now beginning to dry.
Sadly their words of wisdom were far from earshot, but Pauline has yet to notice the missing dishware, or the fact that it smells like burning glue every time we turn the stove on, so I guess I'm in the clear...
for now...

Paintings

 I know you couldn't possibly have thought that I wasn't painting in Corsica...
Here are some of the gouache paintings I have been doing when I'm bored at work, or on my day off.
There are a few doubles because sometimes I wasn't happy with the first one, so I would re-do it...
The boats and two of the poppies are from photos, the rest were done plein-air.

cha cha cha changes...

 

I think this guy had chicken pox- atleast I hope thats what all the spots were...
Business is really slow... No tattoos for 2 days in a row... Bumming me out a little, especially now that my machines are all tuned up nice.
Pauline started her job as kebab vendor extraordinaire today, which means a lot less delicious *healthy* dinners waiting for me when I get home, and alot more kebabs in my future... just in time for bikini weather!