Facts

Facts Header

Well, here's a little bit about Wolfwurx Tattoo and how it got started. As a young lad; about 19 , I think, I told my father of intentions to get a tattoo. He of course about jumped off the crazy train and landed right on my ass. But being the stubborn kid I was raised to be, I got inked up that night; some guy’s basement; homemade machine and office supply ink; needle was "borrowed" from the guy’s guitar. Hmmm, maybe I should have listened to dear ole' dad.

Needless to say, I did it, in spite of being threatened with the "You'll never's". Problem was when dear ole dad saw the first piece he never said a word. Hell, I was trying to pick a fight, and dad just ignored me; or so I thought.

Well try and try again right. Tattoo 2 was me and my own personal handy work; a sewing needle thoughtfully sterilized at the end of a lighter and wrapped in thread; same office supply ink. Oh, the stupid things kids do. Yet dear ole dad still had nothing to say. So my plight continues; and to think, I'm proving a point, huh.

Well finally at tattoo abuse # 4, I got the reaction. Not the one expected, but I got one. He just called me an idiot and asked if I was going to stop anytime soon.

WHAT?! No "You'll never's"; no beating; no extra chores; what the hell just happened? This was not the reaction I expected! What the hell is wrong with my father? Now what? So my tattoo career ended, right there on the spot; or so I thought.

10 years later.. I got the "itch". You know the one. Shitty ink needs covered; so I found a guy who said he was good, had all the "real equipment", and he even did house calls! How much better could it get? Well I'll tell ya... the wolf's teeth are on the wrong side of the lip and they look just like a bear trap. Some people learn after one mistake; not me. Hell this guy even had clean real estate to work on, never even covered with anything., He just added a new wreck to be covered later. This cost $150.00 bones, so I figured I could buy my own set up. Right? At least teeth will look like teeth, and I'll damn sure put them where their supposed to be. Right? How hard could it be?

Well, after one horrible creation after another; and some poor "victims" that I convinced that it was a good idea; it was time for an honest education. So I put up the machines and studied. I talked to everybody who would talk to me, and applied their advice. Working on myself, and my ever so trusting lil' brother, and anybody else I could get ahold of; poor bastards are probably sitting at home thinkin "What the hell was I thinkin?"

Then one day, I had the privilege of visiting a tattooist in Texas. I had some photos of my work and I asked him for his opinion. After his words of advice, I had a whole new appreciation for the art, and huge respect for the man who took the time to help me down the right path by sharing just a small, small portion of his knowledge! (Thank You)

And this is where I am today. Still learning, still seeking knowledge, and still getting better! Most of all, I absolutely love the art. Thanx to all those that have supported me and my "ink addiction"; especially to the wife, who somehow puts up with all my non-sense.

Now dear ole' dad says "Dammit! Quit paint'n your brother and quit drawing on them people! What the hell’s wrong with you? There are walls down here for you to paint on if ya gotta." Honestly though, he has always supported my artistic adventures, even the ones he didn't like. (You should a heard what he said when he found out ole' mom's sport'n ink too... that was fun.)