(I love how I log in and most of the people I watch just kind of don't exist anymore.)
Well, I realize I left off where I just kind of announced that my dad died and then disappeared for two years. A lot has happened since then, a lot of crazy stuff. A lot of good, and bad.
It's been an intense couple of years.
I chopped off all of my hair,
Walked out on the job at the gas station because my boss was an evil witch (long story involving her calling me a liar when I was sick and running a fever, and then trying to guilt trip me over the fact that she had to cover my shifts for me when my dad died -- all in one night),
Got a new job with my mom working in a small electronics factory (where I currently work and am getting pretty sick of it tbh),
My ex-fiance finally left me (thank godddddd for that moment in my life),
Dropped out of college,
I now just kind of have 12 piercings bc impulse,
I attempted to be kind of a hoe for a very brief period of time,
That all came to a screeching halt when I started sleeping with this guy Matthew for a few months, whom I fell suuuuuuuuper hard for, and now we've been in a relationship for a year and two months, and he's so fantastic,
I learned how to wakeboard (not super important, but I'm proud of myself),
And finally, but certainly not least, I got accepted as an apprentice artist at a tattoo shop, where hopefully someday in the near future I can start making enough money as a tattoo artist to quit my fulltime job. Tattooing has been kind of a lowkey dream of mine for a long time now. I never really talked about it -- and when I did it was always, "Well, I don't know about that," followed by excuses why I didn't think I could do it.
The story of how I ended up there is kind of fun.
I had been looking to get a new tattoo for quite some time, but I was planning on going to a shop down in Minneapolis that my coworker had recommended (it's a shop run by I think 7 women). I kept putting it off because it was going to be about an hour to drive down there.
Well, Matthew and I were at the bar in town one night with some friends, and I was pretty hella drunk by this point, when this guy (who turned out to be the tattoo artist's husband) was going around and passing out business cards for The Tattooed Lady. It was a shop that had just opened up in December, next to the bar. I said, "OOOOOOOO, I LIKE TATTOOS," and thought it would be rad to check it out. I was pretty stoked to find out we have a tattoo shop in town now -- how convenient for me. So, Matthew and I went in to check it out and meet Sonia (the woman who owns the shop) in March. We were both asking about getting tattoos.
I had a rose design that I drew and wanted to have done on my calf, and Sonia was really impressed with my design (I'll upload later). She liked it enough that she started telling me that she was looking for an apprentice, and she kind of laid out this offer to me where I could work for her (drawing designs, etc.) in exchange for her teaching me the trade (in most cases a person has to pay a pretty good chunk of money to be taken on as an apprentice). I said, "I don't know; I don't think I could do all that."
My tattoo appointment was in May. It was a seven-hour session, and she kept dropping some pretty mad hints throughout that she would like to have me as an apprentice. She started off asking me if I was planning on doing anything in the art field, etc. I rattled off a few things that I had pondered in the past -- graphic design, animation, whatever I guess. "I've thought about doing tattoos," I said, "I just don't know if I can handle the blood and needles thing." Yet, I somehow had no problem sitting for 7 hours straight and watching her tattoo me. Something about that made me think about it a whole lot deeper.
She also casually mentioned at one point that my drawing would look good hanging up in the shop.
I went out and bought a frame for the drawing. The following week my old high school was having their art show, and Matthew decided to come along with me. We stopped at the tattoo shop along the way so I could bring my drawing in to hang up, and, well, also to ask about the apprentice position. She said she was really excited that I was interested and told me all about what an apprenticeship entails, and said to come in the following Saturday with my portfolio, so I did. She hired on one other girl in addition to myself. She also brought in a younger girl (she's 17 and still in high school) as kind of a temporary intern, who was just kind of interested in checking out the professional art world and what it's all about before she graduates and leaves for college. She has a great work ethic and helps out a lot for the rest of us, especially with handling clientele information, so we can focus on our design work that we're hella swamped with at the moment lol.
I'm so excited about how well everyone gets along. They're really fantastic ladies to work with and be around. Sonia cares a lot about us and our education, which is super dope, and she's an incredible artist. Her shop is super cool, super relaxed atmosphere, super cute, and it doubles as an art gallery for local artists to display and sell their work. I started working there on the first day of June, and I'm absolutely so incredibly happy there. I couldn't ask for a better place to be.
I'm really stoked that I get to focus on my art again. After my dad died I faded out and had a really hard time connecting with anything. Even my college work just started to feel like a chore and became really tough to pull together. After I dropped out, I just kind of completely lost sight of myself. I fell into a deep abyss of depression between losing my dad and being in the abusive relationship with my ex, and I started drinking a lot (which obviously only caused more problems).
At some point when I started seeing Matthew, a huge part of my life began to open back up. In some weird way he pulled me back down to Earth and made me really see myself for the first time in a long time. I've gotten to experience so many new things with him, too (like the wakeboarding lol).
At any rate, with my increasing focus on my art again, I've been taking extensive amounts of time to organize my profile and delete a fuuuuck ton of garbage. I had roughly 1250 deviations when I logged on. I've managed to delete that down to 431, and that was only the beginning of my intense renovating that is still nowhere nearly complete. It's a project, but I have faith that I can bring this shit back to life now that I have art back in my life again.
Well, it's been a long week so far, and it's only going to get longer, so I'm off to bed.