Episode 4 Permanent Art, getting under your skin, that’s right we have Ashly Hutchins Tattoo Artist extraordinary.
A friendship that started in 2002 approx 150 years ago, yes we are public education graduates. When I first knew Ashly she was a Photography Student at VCU and had no tattoos, then she got her first and when I moved back to the area in 2013 she became my only tattoo artist. Currently working at River City Tattoo Company.
We discuss how photography and tattooing have similarities in terms of using the compositional eye and creating a viewpoint. We also talk about various photographic sessions especially the long lost and forgotten cigarette through a lip ring pictures.
Learning how to draw for tattoos is similar but more intense than drawing for photographic compositions.
The big difference is mechanical tools, where tattoo machines have similarities with digital cameras but the final output is on live flesh versus paper or digital codes.
Ashly is given permission to swear and does so sparingly and drinks almond milk from the carton, yes she is hard core like that kids.
When this podcast a airs she will be on tour doing merch sales US Bastards on tour with GWAR.
We discuss a healthy balance with the tattoo world and other art projects that she is into.
Connect up with her on instagram at @ghostlife and River City Tattoo Co website.
We enter the Satanic Seven questions and her standout performance she cored a 7 out of 7 questions with a few bonus points that gave her a perfect score.
In just a few hours, well less than 24, episode 2 will be unleashed upon the world, I am truly excited about this interview and hope you can all tune in and be inspired. Create More Than You Consume. You can always tune in here at Kimo’s Den of Iniquity WordPress or link up with us on iTunes, Stitcher, Spreaker, Google Play, or wher eyou can grab it first once it is release at 0700 EST my Libsyn site. Drop me a line let me know what you think and if you would like to be interviewed email me at KDOIPODCASTING@gmail.com I’d be happy to talk with you and get you on the show. Right now we are slated for 10 episodes running every other week and I am up to episode 8 for recordings. Enjoy folks.
Timothy Kimo Brien
Welcome to Kimo’s Den of Iniquity Podcast Episode 1 where we create more than we consume. This is the first episode and the first season where we interview artists both full time and part time as well as folks who don’t consider themselves artists but have a creative bent to them. We want to remove the mystery that covers the world of art and encourage our listeners to try making art in whatever form they see fit. Email us at firstname.lastname@example.org for comments and to be interviewed. Yes we ant you on this show.
In this episode we talk with Timothy Kimo Brien who currently has 4 books of self published poetry. They are split between Lulu.com and Amazon.com
“Throwing Myself at the Ground and Missing“, “Postcards From Someone You Someone You Don’t Know“, “Wisdom From The Sack“, and “Shaving Crop Circles In My Chest Hair“. Also Tim can be found at his redbubble site for painting. and at his SoundCloud site. Art is for everyone.
We are laying out the foundation for the season to come. We learn about his first foray into poetry, music and podcasting. we also learn about his views on how art is created. Tim goes through the Satanic 7 questions and scores a 3 out of 7 on the questionnaire that he wrote.
In 1994 I closed the door on a career that allowed me to see the world, both the greatest and worst of humanity
2000 saw me put on robes for my first degree, actually I skipped out that day to pack and find my next home for 3 years
I donned my I’ll fitting blue suit when we laid my mother to rest. Broke ass college student and at that time a failure in most people’s eyes.
My 2nd Chance to walk through graduation saw me in the same blue suit. This time pointing to the sky ensuring she saw my success
A new suit, actually 3, after I had a run if success and a marriage found me in yet another uniform
Hospital scrubs, hat and footies is was my clothes 3 years ago as I brought into the world my greatest accomplishment ever and the greatest I can hope to attain
It was a day we should have wanted to remember
My back had gone out 3 weeks prior and I was in 3 pain meds and a bottle of wine
She was battling the demons in that flask
We both thought we knew each other, we had no clue
I was suffering from liquid and pill courage and rage I did
She was an introvert thrust into the spotlight
We both had our abusers in the audience we shouldn’t have survived
It’s been almost 4 years 2 newborns 8 surgeries a 3 week layoff and buying our first house 2 cats adopted one is missing an eye, list a child custody case, we shouldn’t be alive
And yet here we are, a little quieter a little calmer, slowly spaying demons day by day, slowly getting to know each other
This is what two brassy people in love look like to us we don’t back down we don’t give up
My fingers roll over the words printed in ink so many years ago
Never in cursive since I’ve always failed at penmanship, should have been a doctor
These days my thumb grows callosed since now we type with one finger
I prefer the roughness of paper and pencil
When I read aloud, my fingers follow the words like they did when I first learned to read, now I trace the words for my daughters, but really it’s the only way I can focus
I want to gently tug at the letters untill they are free from the page and see what pictures they would make if allowed to flow freely
I’m still puzzled at how we decided these shapes of lines and portions of circles define our very existence, we put the value of life and death in them, would we be better off being illiterate
Sometimes the path has no hills, no clouds, no turns
We yawn and ask for excitement, entertainment, enlightenment
As if we were entitled to such luxuries
But it is in those times we are tested the most to veer off our path in search for the next shiny
When what we set out to follow is easiest to follow then the path needs a recalculation because certainly it can be thus easy we think to ourselves
But it is that easy, sometimes the universe tosses us a break, sometimes we have a chance to catch up or take a well deserved nap (always take the nap when offered)
If the path seems easy enough for anyone to follow and you complain because that means anyone can follow it, remember the times when you gave plodded through the freezing rain alone begging for some sort of companion
Be mindful if your path at all times, recalculation implies you have all the time in the world, and you may, but not those who you spawn
I know it’s been awhile, but I’m back to at least the wotd posts. This helps me through the day and I thank all my readers for their patience while I fight my health battles. We are hopefully getting enough info from all the ctscans MRIs and blood tests to have a diagnosis.