Sunday, August 2, 2009

They Built That City on Ink & Soul

It’s not as if this was my first time at the rodeo, but it certainly was my best.

There aren’t many of you that are reading this that don‘t already know what I'm referring to, but for those of you that have been hibernating under a rock for the past several months and not reading my blog and/or facebook updates (shame on you by the way), I have been counting down for my appointment to get inked by celebrated Atlanta master tattoo/fine artist, Miya Bailey.




Featured in the April 2009 issue of Inked magazine that I picked up at Books-A-Million:





This tattoo has been a long time coming. It was actually my third attempt (the first two fails, my fault, for being unable to make the appointment--a word of advice: never make plans to get something done, when you’re with someone else, and not the one doing the driving). Third time’s a charm I guess…and speaking of 3's, I made my appointment and paid my deposit three months ago, at the time, August 1st was his first available appointment, and coincidentally, his last...as he is taking the whole month of August off for a much-needed vacation. So, yesterday was my day, and I could barely contain myself. See for yourself:






I have to admit, I was a little nervous before I walked into City of Ink (also known as C.O.I). Not about the tattoo, but, since I was by myself, I just wondered if I’d feel awkward. Those feelings went out the door, as I walked in. Looking around the shop, I just felt at home, like I’d been there a million times before.














I was greeted by Samba, the shop manager, who I’d spoken with a few times prior, in reference to my appointment (who is also another talented artist-he was gracious enough to show me his sketch book as I waited). Something I realized almost immediately, is that C.O.I is a business, and though its staff treats it as such, they’ve mastered the art of balance. I was impressed, to say the least.

With the initial paperwork out of the way, I sat and waited, like a child waiting to open that first gift on Christmas morning. I noticed a guy with a camera--setting it up, cleaning his lenses, etc. I wondered what he was doing there…and my interest was further piqued when another guy showed up with more equipment. A third party to this crew, a young woman, approached me and my question was soon answered. She handed me her card, sat down, shook my hand, and introduced herself as Quintessence (aka Quin), a producer for dapa Entertainment, LLC.


It turns out, they are there to capture some footage of Miya for a film called “I Am A Dream Chaser”, a documentary spotlighting talented individuals, in pursuit of their dreams. They were there to witness the fruit of his passion--his art, and since I happened to be his canvas for the day, I was asked to participate (interview, etc). Naturally, I obliged.

Miya arrived, and I knew it as soon as he walked through the door, rocking a fedora, his signature specs, a black tee, fatigue shorts, and an honest smile. Sure, I knew what he looked like from pics on myspace, his blog, and facebook…but even if I hadn’t, I’d have known. His presence was felt. He threw me a wave, walked over, sat down and shook my hand. “You excited?” …I guess it was pretty obvious, like I said before, I could barely contain myself. Next, he asked me what I had in mind for the tattoo. I knew this was coming…

The first time I contacted Miya about doing a tattoo for me (about 2-3 years ago), he told me the process of making an appointment, I asked if I should tell him what I wanted to get, or, if I should bring something with me, here’s a paraphrase of his reply… “all I need you to bring, is yourself…I don’t like to know ahead of time, because I don’t want to be influenced with any preconceptions, I like to meet my clients, talk with them a bit, and build their tattoo FOR them, that way it’s completely unique to them, and they don’t have to worry about anyone else having the same tattoo.” You could have called me Katrina, 'cause I was blown away, to say the least…but in a good way. I’ve had fifteen prior tattoos, and I’ve never once had a tattooist tell me that…but then, that’s another thing, Miya is a tattoo ARTIST, and not a tattooist. And in case you didn’t know, there is a difference. You see, a tattooist, will tattoo anything on you that you want-Jimini Cricket, Bugs Bunny, or the Budweiser logo, if that’s what you fancy. A tattoo ARTIST will only tattoo on you, what they themselves have created. Miya, creates art, he refuses to RE-create it …so if you want something that’s already been done, though fully capable, he’s not the guy for that job.

So, when he asked what I had in mind, there was only one thing: music. I explained that music is my passion, and I wanted for this tattoo, to be a reflection of that, a testament of sorts. He nodded as if what I’d just said was food that he’d just chewed up, swallowed, and digested.


The only other input I had, was this...

For those that don’t know, I had already decided to get my shoulder done, and wanted it to cover an existing tattoo that I’d gotten almost 10 years ago. At eighteen, getting a tattoo of the Playboy bunny with “Playful” written underneath , on my chest (as birdish as it is) seemed like a good idea…at twenty-eight, not so much.






After the idea and the placement was discussed, he got up, and went over to talk to the film crew. He came back once more “ok…so, I need you to be thinking of some elements of music…notes, microphone…do you sing?”

I explained that I don’t sing, but I do write music, and try my hand at guitar. The word guitar’ had barely fallen off my lips, when he yelled out to Samba, “yo Samba, print me out a picture of a guitar for a reference, an electric guitar.” And that was it. He set up his station, and then he was ready for me. Film crew in place, we began.


Every other tattoo I’ve ever had, has been drawn out on transfer paper, and then placed on the skin. It shouldn’t really have been a surprise that that’s not how Miya operates. No, he took out a red sharpie, and a black sharpie, and proceeded to draw the image from his mind, directly on my skin. Miya Bailey doesn’t need transfer paper. As it was explained to the film crew, the red lines represent ideas…things he may or may not do, the black lines represent the definite, and serve as guidelines. When he was done sketching, I could tell by the looks on the faces around me, that I was going to be pleased. “Aight, you can take a look at it” …only, I didn’t want to. Strange as it may sound, I am so throroughly impressed with Miya’s art, that I trusted him enough to put it permanently on my skin, without my prior approval. I actually wanted it to be a complete surprise. He laughed a flattered laugh, and smiled a modest smile…“it would make me feel more comfortable if you would look at it…” and so, I did. Having already seen the the stock image of the electric guitar that he was using as a reference, I truly understood, as I stood there in the mirror, his strict rule of not recreating…this guitar on my skin, looked nothing like the guitar on the paper. It was more than I had even hoped for…I gave the 'thumbs up', and we moved on.




During the sketching, I was able to stay covered up, but when it was time to tattoo, Miya told the film crew that they’d have to leave so that he could give me the privacy I needed in case I had to be exposed. He put up some partitions, yelled out to Samba once more, “yo Samba, throw on that Coldplay”, and with that, the needle's buzz began. He inked, and we chatted through Coldplay..about his sixteen years of tattooing, the clothing line he's about to launch, the coffee table book he's just a month or so from having completed for publication (which will be available at major bookstores-Borders, Barnes & Noble, etc.)...the difference between creating a tattoo for a woman, and one for a man, and other ranging topics of conversation. And then it got really good. One of my favorite Kings of Leon songs started to play:


This reminded him of my ultimate favorite: PURPLE RAIN. “Yo samba, you got that Purple Rain?! Put that shit on!” Really?!?! I couldn’t have predicted that it would have gotten any better, but it did. Seriously?!?! Not only am I in Atlanta at City of Ink, in Miya Bailey’s chair as he’s tattooing an electric guitar on me…but now, it’s to the best soundtrack of all time?!? We didn’t chat much after that, we didn’t need to-- Prince’s viral guitar riffs, the matching intensity on Miya’s face, and the nod of his head, all spoke volumes.

After a couple hours, the needle stopped, the residual ink was wiped away and we were done. “aight, you can check it out now” …and I got excited all over again, I'd finally been given the okay to open that long-awaited 'Christmas gift'. I stood, walked over to the mirror, and thought for sure my jaw had detached, dropped to the floor and shattered. I was elated. Absolutely, elated. This tattoo was truly built for robyn.emmm, no doubt. Here is the finished product:



*The dripping star is C.O.I's trademarked logo, and is representative of their belief that "everybody's a star..but only a few drip down on other stars and inspire them" ~Miya Bailey (April 2009 issue of Inked)

I drove four hours to get there, and I drove four exhausting hours in the rain to get back, but for my experience at City of Ink, and getting to carry around a timeless piece of art that was created especially for me, at the hands of Miya Bailey, made it all entirely worth it.





To you Miya, I say thank you. You are an inspiration, and even more than a dream chaser…as far as I’m concerned, you’re not doing the chasing, you’re doing the catching. Keep on keeping on.


***UPDATE, CLICK HERE to watch the trailer (which I happen to be in!) for the film Dapa Entertainment was spotlighting Miya for***

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

the way you make me feel...it really turns me on...



music.

anyone that knows me (and even some that don't), knows that, aside from God, and my mom, there's nothing i love more. there's nothing that can make me more full when i'm hungry. there's nothing that can make me feel more love, when i'm at my loneliest point. i appreciate it to a degree that i appreciate nothing more (aside from the aforementioned). sometimes, i get so frustrated because i can't put into words the unequivocable feelings that i have for, well, music. music in it's most raw, most unfilitered form....or music produced to the point of no further production. i can't say enough about it, really.

one night, not too long ago, i was in nashville, specifically, for a show @ 3rd & Lindsley.

andrew hoover (http://www.andrewhoovermusic.com/) opened.

up next was joey degraw (http://www.joeydegraw.com/).
and finally, one of my favorites, tony lucca (http://www.tonylucca.com/).
well, i was there alone. i was sitting at the bar. and suddenly felt moved to write. i fished a pen out of my ridiculously large bag. i grabbed some bar napkins. and i wrote. and i wrote. random notes. random feelings. i think these bar notes, sort of encompassed what i feel for music. i was finally able to partially encapsulate (is that possible?), in a few short words, the feelings that i feel for music, in that one night. those musicians, their music...spoke to me. not in a way that i hadn't been spoken to before, but, in a way that was familiar. you see, music, is what i know best. i can rely on music, it never lets me down, it's never unfamiliar, always inviting. and so, i sat there, and i wrote. i'd forgotten about those bar notes until recently.

and now, i'll share those thoughts/feelings with you. maybe you'll understand, maybe you won't. fortunately, it's not for you to understand, but if you do, one up for me.

*i love the way that music makes me smile from the inside out, almost literally...i'll be @ a live show & suddenly realize that i'm donning a big wide smile.

*i love where music takes me, both figuratively & literally...from a local huntsville bar, to nashville, to birmingham, to heaven, and back...

* i love how music is pourous...it's like i breathe it in through my nose and it makes its way straight to my <3>

*i love how i can always pick out the most passionate member of a band based on his/her facial expressions & body movements, and how they're so perfectly unaware of either one.

*i love how music inspires me to write...and live, and love.

*i love how music starts conversations, but never ends them

*people hate people, people hate life, people hate love. but i love that i've never met a person, who hated music.

*i love how a guitar can speak many languages, without uttering a single word. it can cry, it can laugh, it can be smug..or, it can just be.

*i love how music can give me goosebumps...in a room that's 100 degrees.

*i love how the feelings that music emotes, are totally transferrable and yet, completely unique.

*i love how some people HEAR music, and some people LISTEN to it...i love that i do neither, i FEEL it.

*last but certainly not least, i love how i understand music more than i'll ever understand any thing/one else. i love that it also understands me.

people, i love music, honest, i do.
...this one's dedicated to the greatest musician the world has known...Michael Jackson, rawk on, and i hope you find peace in death, because Lord knows they wouldn't give it to you in life. celebrate the legacy ya'll.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

the dichotomy of the douchebag and the gentleman



okay, it's not really a dichotomy, i just like that word, but, you've gotta admit, it makes the title sound cool, right?


moving right along....


yesterday i updated my FB profile..added some things,took some out. i'm sure none of you read it either way, but, in the 'interests' section, i put "interested in meeting a guy that's not a total douche bag," or, something to that affect. (i do know non-douche bag guys, i just mean one that i'm interested in 'like that')


okay, so there's a guy that i used to hang out with.

(nothing more. and by 'NOTHING MORE' you know what i'm sayin')


he's attractive. intelligent. gainfully employed.confident. there were a few times before, that he'd invited me over--- i'd curl up on his couch with his cat, and he'd pour me a glass of wine while he whipped me up a tasty steak and some shitake mushrooms (and i don't even LIKE mushrooms, but the ones he made me were like bites of homegrown heaven)


...sounds awesome right?


well, i stopped returning his calls/texts at some point, but i've never really remembered why exactly. i ran into him last weekend and he immediately went into the whole "i got a new phone, i lost your number" schpiel...blah blah (little did he know i had purposely lost his long before he'd lost mine). anyways, he asked for my# again, i gave it to him. why, i don't know.


and now i'm fully reminded of why i stopped seeing him to begin with. he asked me to hang out monday night,but i wasn't up for it, i told him we could thursday night (tonight). i'd sort of forgotten about it, but apparently he hadn't. so i get this text earlier asking me if i still want to hang out. i say sure and ask him what he wants to do. he says "movie at my place...or yours" ....i'm SO over hanging out in the house (HELLO-what happened to taking a girl OUT? you don't even have to PAY for my meal/movie/drinks, let's just get OUT of the damn house, a walk in the park, hell, SOMETHING...let me not get on that soapbox). so i suggest instead,that we go grab a drink or a bite to eat somewhere.he replies with "think i'm gonna stay in." okay...so, i leave it at that. TWO HOURS LATER, he texts me again"what's up" ...so i proceed to tell him that i decided to stay in too, long day, all these deaths have me thinking about my grandmother, blah blah blah...an hour later, he texts me again "you r too emotional" --i wanted to say "and you, are a condescending a-hole" but i opted instead for the more pleasant route, and said "ha, i'm an artist, what do you expect, it's our nature" ...five minutes later he replies with"lol, true...r u that way in bed? ;)"


riddle him that, because he'll never know.


dude, thank you for reminding me why i dropped you like the falcons dropped michael vick. kick rocks douche bag. oh, and lose my number AGAIN, because i feel obliged to do the same thing (AGAIN), in fact,hold on---DELETE.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

maybe.just maybe.


so, i was just walking up my stairs, and i'm pretty sure i had an epiphany.

i stopped midway up...and it all just sort of hit me at once.

completely out of the blue.

"robyn," (i said to myself) "you've been looking at this the wrong way, all along..."

i've got to preface this cerebral vomit i'm about to spew, with this; i think this little light[bulb] of mine, may have been instigated by a text i received earlier from a friend<--link...the "thought for today," as she often sends me, this one read:

"The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it."-Moliere. Often times than not, we see obstacles as a bad thing, instead of what it really is...a source of motivation.'

so i said, "robyn, you've been looking at this the wrong way, all along...all along, you've equated being single, with being lonely, and thus, you've viewed it in an at least partially, negative light. when in reality, you should be viewing it as a good thing...because, maybe, just maybe you're single for a [GOOD] reason. Maybe, because you're an independent woman [and i don't mean that in a cliche', new age-"i am woman, hear me roar" kind of way...]and you do not allow the fact that you may not always have accompaniment, to stop you from going places, and from doing things...maybe there is a woman, or a young girl that you know, that may look up to that, and you. Maybe she sees you, and knows that it's OKAY to be on your own, and that despite that, it's still completely possible to enjoy, and explore life. Maybe you are an inspiration. Or maybe there's a man, or young guy, that sees you and respects the fact that you are who you are, and can do for yourself, by yourself...maybe he secretly hopes to one day find someone just like you. Maybe, as Andre 3000 once put it, maybe, you are the prototype<--link. Or, or...maybe, you're single for an even BETTER reason. Maybe, God has something so great in store for you [career-wise] that He knows a relationship/family would only serve as a hinderance...an impedance even, to that great thing. Maybe, He wants you to be ready, and have the capacity to focus all of your attention on this one great thing...or, many great things.

...robyn, you're not a materialistic individual...but, maybe you have at times harbored some feelings of inferiority, because you're still driving the same car that you've been driving for the past 6 years, while friends and everyone around you, (some even younger than you)are driving new model, luxury cars, fresh off the lot. but, maybe, robyn...you're driving the car that you need to drive, because you have to learn to fully appreciate that car, before God blesses you with the one you want to drive. He's not saying no, He's just saying not right NOW. accept it. embrace it. and know, that a car serves a purpose, it is meant to be a mode of transportation, and is not an indication that you're any less/more successful than the next person. you'll have your day, it is written...and therefore, it is already yours, you just have to be patient and wait for it."

i can definitely do that...patience is a virtue that i captured a long time ago.

now--maybe a month from now, a week from now, or even an hour from now, i may again be questioning failed relationships, determining and redetermining self worth, and measuring success, but in this moment, this moment right here, right now, maybe, just maybe, i finally understand the imperfect perfection, that constitutes all that is me, and all that is my life...

that's all for now, but stay tuned, after these messages, i'll be riiiight back...

rm'wah.

Friday, May 1, 2009

question

....does anyone actually read this blog? if so, drop a comment and let me know, because otherwise, i think i'm gonna be deadin' this blog.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

on this episode of cribs...

so, i realize that not everyone likes to read...and with that in mind, tonight, i'll skip the babble-ation (<---that's what you call use of creative license)and allow you to indulge in "all the pretty pictures". i'll do this on occassion (when i'm feeling too lazy to write anything).

they say that your living area says a lot about who you are, what do you think mine says about me?

THE 'SWAG' PAD

the 'chillin' room (because living rooms are overrated)



the room by which my mastication is manifested :)






el bano numero uno stairway to heaven


el bano numero dos


..and, the place where i should rest my head, but i sleep on the couch instead, cuz i'm weird like that..


and that's it for the most part. i have a second bedroom, but i don't really have anything in there just yet, still trying to figure out exactly what i'm going to do with it.

oh yeah, fun fact...lemme tell you how i did my wall art (except for Marilyn).


1. go online and find images you think are friggin' awesome

2. save them to a usb drive

3. go to kinkos and print them hoes out

4. go to walmart and get some trendy $2 frames

5. bingo. bango. hammer. nail. booyakah.


in the end, it should look a lil' somethin' like this:

the rat pack, beyonce, louis armstrong

elvis, stevie wonder, pharrell williams (aka my future baby daddy)

lauryn hill
tina turner, pink
aaliyah (r.i.p)

the greatest rapper alive

john mayer

bob marley

billie holiday


welp, that concludes this episode of cribs...ya'll ain't got to go home, butcha gotta get the aych e double hockey sticks outta here!

tata now. bye bye then.