Go in blind.
You choose the spirit of it — a flower, a saint, a skull, whatever's on your heart. Then the blindfold goes on, and the rest is between me and the needle. You open your eyes to a piece you've never seen before.
Three ideas, a blindfold, and a little faith.
You pick where it goes and give me up to three ideas — then the blindfold goes on, over your eyes, never mine. I freestyle the rest while you sit in the dark and trust the chair, and you open your eyes to a piece you've never seen.
Every piece, the client never saw coming.
Healed, lived-in, real. No staged photos — just the reveals, after they settled into skin.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil."
Psalm 23:4
I got sober and found out what these hands were really for. No cash? Bring water, socks, hygiene, food — I'll trade you a tattoo, and the rest goes to folks living rough here in Fort Worth. Every needle is a way to love a stranger.
Ready to go in blind?
A $20 deposit holds your spot. The rest is a surprise.