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NY Times Illustrations as Tattoos
Our good friend Viktor Koen -- fine artist, illustrator, professor and mensch -- sent me this photo of the tattoo above, which was designed by him as an illustration for the NY Times in 2010 and later tattooed by Errol of Inkstitution in Rotterdam on Ruud, a PhD candidate in the Cognitive and Affective Neuroscience. Obviously, Ruud has a professional interest in this art.
Viktor says on his Tumblr that he believes "butterfly-brain man" was one of his first illustrations to appear on the front page of the printed NY Times edition (on Tuesday June 29th, 2010). When Ruud saw the illustrations, he ripped them from the paper and took them to Errol. [The illustrations are placed on the back of Ruud's arms facing each other.] This June, after the last session, Ruud contacted Viktor to say that the artwork was now permanently displayed on his body. Viktor was happy.
I wanted to share this with y'all because I really liked how Ruud let Viktor know just how much his art was appreciated. Often when images are ripped from media, the original creators aren't made aware of how their work has been translated on skin. Of course, legally, it's better practice to get permission first from the artist for copyright purposes but I'll save the copyright talk for another time. I just thought this was cool on many levels.
Motherfucker is waving a knife, talking crazy shit and somehow, it's normal.
Does this happen at your job?
I need to know. I've been in this all-sideshow, no circus environment for a very long time so it's hard to get a firm idea on what is and is not acceptable behavior.
A couple approaches. A woman is interested the cotton shorts we offer.
She wants to check them out and asks her guy to hold her beer along with his.
He stares at her. Aghast.
She glares at him until he takes the beer muttering "you better watch yourself".
She holds a pair up to him and asks what he thinks of them.
"Your ass won't fit in those. You got an extra large ass".
She kills him with her eyes.
"How much?" she asks me.
The boyfriend snorts "ripoff"
I mentioned that I'm on edge right?
I make this stuff. Each item is designed by me and Mika. Each piece represents our hearts our passions, our social political and religious ideals. Childhood pain, cultural clashes. This is not some mass produced shiny derivative made in China crap with a 13 and a horse shoe that you get at Hot Topic.
I made it, flew cross country in two airplanes set up a booth and laid it out all nice and neat.
This is how I put food on my table.
The fucking Affliction wearing herd animal calls it a ripoff?
He insults everything Father Panik is about.
"What? What did you say?" I say, leaning in to him. My eyes lock onto his.
The woman is smarter than me and him. She gets her beer from him saying let me think about it and walks away. Not looking at me, head down, he says "nothing" and follows her.
Normally when our editrix Marisa sends me out to conventions to get the story I get the story. But me wandering off with a camera really pisses off Mika. I'm the pretty face of the company. It's my job to interact with the customers. She's forbid me to roam. She don't care about finding a higher truth, about getting the story, about my craft, my writing. She glares at me and hisses "sellsellsell" so I just stay in the booth and take notes.