the dragonfly motifs are mostly inspired by val's love for the creature.
will continue to chopwood, carry water.
live.laugh.love.
Friday, May 24, 2013
chop wood carry water
alot of times, i get asked about what i do with my spare time at home. and the things that i do in the middle of the night consist of some of the following:
Thursday, May 23, 2013
THREE!
that's how old VI will be, a few days to come.
sometimes it felt like we've been around since forever,
sometimes it felt like we've barely moved from where we first began.
the milestones we've passed despite several detours we've been put to make.
and three years of keeping this afloat, though we're nothing close to become a tree
but i think everyone left standing by VI today deserves a pat.
last but not least, thank you, everyone who's walked through our door.
a client, an ex member of the crew or a curious/nutsy/drunk/sleazy passerby,
thank you for giving us something to do, everyday in the last THREE YEARS!
love+peace,
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Just a lil' insane
I love being an artist, left-handed & just a lil' insane.
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It's nearly 4am now ~ just about time to hit the sack.
Which would probably mean I'll end up sleeping around 5 or 6am.
Tala wakes me at about 8am +/-.
This IS the usual routine.
The quiet of the night really wakes me up (for some reason).
Then again... I've never been known to march in time with everyone else.
Probably, the only one who is willing to put up with me - Tala Dink.
Even then, I get loud 'Sighs', little puppy kicks & death stares.
I spend a lot of it - Thinking.
Just dreaming and thinking of the studio & crew, traveling, art, designing, all the projects and things I want to do & learn, problems, issues and how to solve them, ideas... more ideas... past, present, future.
And then, I Think some more.
As opposed to Peenut, who can't multitask.
I have problems focusing on one thing at a time.
(It's a lot like having 5 smaller brains running in different directions instead of the usual one.)
So while talking to her when she drives means she'll end up taking the wrong turn... I can't focus while driving if there is absolute silence.
This chaos in my head goes on as long as I'm conscious (yes, even when I'm sleep-dreaming) and it can sometimes end up proving to be a major struggle.
I go through periods of dry spells where I suddenly have no inspiration to draw.
Scarily long periods of time.
It's hard to explain... to be honest about who I am and the internal fights I have every day.
But I always try to remember that doing my job well, makes someone happy.
Bringing out what they have in their minds - onto paper then translated to skin.
That isn't something everyone can do.
And to be part of that amazing process, is a great blessing.
Because someone who doesn't know you at times - trusts you with their bodies, permanently.
And when they are happy - at that moment... it makes everything all the worthwhile.
peace, v
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It's nearly 4am now ~ just about time to hit the sack.
Which would probably mean I'll end up sleeping around 5 or 6am.
Tala wakes me at about 8am +/-.
This IS the usual routine.
The quiet of the night really wakes me up (for some reason).
Then again... I've never been known to march in time with everyone else.
Probably, the only one who is willing to put up with me - Tala Dink.
Even then, I get loud 'Sighs', little puppy kicks & death stares.
I spend a lot of it - Thinking.
Just dreaming and thinking of the studio & crew, traveling, art, designing, all the projects and things I want to do & learn, problems, issues and how to solve them, ideas... more ideas... past, present, future.
And then, I Think some more.
As opposed to Peenut, who can't multitask.
I have problems focusing on one thing at a time.
(It's a lot like having 5 smaller brains running in different directions instead of the usual one.)
So while talking to her when she drives means she'll end up taking the wrong turn... I can't focus while driving if there is absolute silence.
This chaos in my head goes on as long as I'm conscious (yes, even when I'm sleep-dreaming) and it can sometimes end up proving to be a major struggle.
I go through periods of dry spells where I suddenly have no inspiration to draw.
Scarily long periods of time.
It's hard to explain... to be honest about who I am and the internal fights I have every day.
But I always try to remember that doing my job well, makes someone happy.
Bringing out what they have in their minds - onto paper then translated to skin.
That isn't something everyone can do.
And to be part of that amazing process, is a great blessing.
Because someone who doesn't know you at times - trusts you with their bodies, permanently.
And when they are happy - at that moment... it makes everything all the worthwhile.
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| valerie yang vagabondink.com |
peace, v
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
small but challenging
this lil thing is about 6 centimeters.
it took me bout 4 hours getting the details in.
but its worth it.
live.laugh.love.
Monday, April 22, 2013
the crew, vagabonded
contrary to popular beliefs, i am a man (or woman, oh wait, just call me 'it') of few words.
(pun was so intended and please excuse me for snatching a chance to bring up
the touchy subject once more. i deserve to! ROAARR!!!)
even more contradicting if you do a word count on my last entry.
well i have spewed way pass the healthy limits of words i would usually type in a month.
hence, i shall stop and allow these pictures to speak.
VI crew, 13 - 20 april 2013, bali.
peace + love,
peenut,,
Saturday, April 20, 2013
I am petty like that
before i start, let me clarify that the identity of the individual concerned has been blurred (not like i thought you, the readers, wouldn't be smart enough to guess who) in this entry as well as other written materials as an indication/disclaimer that our objective is impersonal and not to provoke conflicts.
call me petty, long winded, dramatic, spiteful or whatever because i don't care this time.
i'm following up on the brief (but surely insightful for many) episode on facebook where a post regarding an unpleasant account we've had with an ex-member of the crew, in response to a statement he's made which undoubtedly addressed myself. thankfully for a true friend of VI (you know who you are, thank you!) who happened to witness and screen-captured the original before it got edited. that brainless individual must have discovered half his stupidity and decided on the ambiguous subject instead (or to be brutally honest, i thought he simply was too chicken for a downright approach).
unfortunately, he certainly wasn't smart enough to realise the other half, which exposed his stink beneath the sheepskin he's been hiding. just when he thought he was being all heroic and slick calling another stupid, he's conveniently saved us all that agony and put his own shame on display. oh yes i am so bringing this up again because i deserve to. i'm really unbothered if this would kick up a fuss. not because i love conflicts or that my seniors/elders haven't taught me decent qualities/principles. i was taught to slap the mosquito when it doesn't stop sucking on my sweaty feet.
i deserve to be a drama queen because i've done my part on letting matters rest, containing all the anger, hurt and disappointment for the last 3 months. i deserve to be a grump because i've refrained from publicizing any detailed information to the mass to deliberately cause any damage to the individual involved in this matter. i deserve to be a petty old shit because it was obviously a provocation when i had mentioned clearly with the intent of closing the chapter 3 bloody months ago,
however, the individual concerned chose to dig it all up 3 days ago. who's the petty shit now?
(read the rest of the above entry here).
most of all, i actually truly feel that i deserve to be ungracious, without anymore reservations because this individual who had used up all patience and respect i have for anybody 3 months ago, right now has completely gone beyond the point of humanity i could spare for his immaturity.
we were told to forgive his adolescence, we were advised to act like adults and let the matter rest, we were reminded of how it would tarnish our image as reputable professionals if we put up a fight, we were expected to be magnanimous and hold the door behind an ungrateful piece of dirt as he swaggered out to leave behind all that mess, lies, frauds and distaste for us to clean up after. oh and while we bit our lips to comply and lived up to expectations, he was free to speak ill of us because he always had a knack for speaking of and portraying himself as Mr Misunderstood. (hey! wasn't that the story we bought too?!)
i think we've tried our hardest and did a decent job for the last quarter. we deserve a break. we are not educators, counsellors, politician leaders and definitely not saints (they are allowed to make mistakes too). we are just tattoo artists, as human as you and we feel anger, unjust, rage, dismay, pain, let down and all kinds of negativity as you would when someone tries to ruin your plans, steal your compassion, cheat your hard earned money, rob your generosity and betray your trust. (these are not mere accusations, guesses or just a figure of speech. this is not about taking sides and we will not make allegations without grounds. anybody who's interested, please send an email if you wish to see the facts and solid evidence we've gathered.)
we had wanted all this to be over, to move on and be happy again. we really did. nevermind the bullcrap we were told when he decided to leave, it wasn't like we were stopping him for him to find it necessary to brew such a bizarre excuse to leave.
call me petty, long winded, dramatic, spiteful or whatever because i don't care this time.
i'm following up on the brief (but surely insightful for many) episode on facebook where a post regarding an unpleasant account we've had with an ex-member of the crew, in response to a statement he's made which undoubtedly addressed myself. thankfully for a true friend of VI (you know who you are, thank you!) who happened to witness and screen-captured the original before it got edited. that brainless individual must have discovered half his stupidity and decided on the ambiguous subject instead (or to be brutally honest, i thought he simply was too chicken for a downright approach).
unfortunately, he certainly wasn't smart enough to realise the other half, which exposed his stink beneath the sheepskin he's been hiding. just when he thought he was being all heroic and slick calling another stupid, he's conveniently saved us all that agony and put his own shame on display. oh yes i am so bringing this up again because i deserve to. i'm really unbothered if this would kick up a fuss. not because i love conflicts or that my seniors/elders haven't taught me decent qualities/principles. i was taught to slap the mosquito when it doesn't stop sucking on my sweaty feet.
i deserve to be a drama queen because i've done my part on letting matters rest, containing all the anger, hurt and disappointment for the last 3 months. i deserve to be a grump because i've refrained from publicizing any detailed information to the mass to deliberately cause any damage to the individual involved in this matter. i deserve to be a petty old shit because it was obviously a provocation when i had mentioned clearly with the intent of closing the chapter 3 bloody months ago,
(read the rest of the above entry here).
most of all, i actually truly feel that i deserve to be ungracious, without anymore reservations because this individual who had used up all patience and respect i have for anybody 3 months ago, right now has completely gone beyond the point of humanity i could spare for his immaturity.
we were told to forgive his adolescence, we were advised to act like adults and let the matter rest, we were reminded of how it would tarnish our image as reputable professionals if we put up a fight, we were expected to be magnanimous and hold the door behind an ungrateful piece of dirt as he swaggered out to leave behind all that mess, lies, frauds and distaste for us to clean up after. oh and while we bit our lips to comply and lived up to expectations, he was free to speak ill of us because he always had a knack for speaking of and portraying himself as Mr Misunderstood. (hey! wasn't that the story we bought too?!)
i think we've tried our hardest and did a decent job for the last quarter. we deserve a break. we are not educators, counsellors, politician leaders and definitely not saints (they are allowed to make mistakes too). we are just tattoo artists, as human as you and we feel anger, unjust, rage, dismay, pain, let down and all kinds of negativity as you would when someone tries to ruin your plans, steal your compassion, cheat your hard earned money, rob your generosity and betray your trust. (these are not mere accusations, guesses or just a figure of speech. this is not about taking sides and we will not make allegations without grounds. anybody who's interested, please send an email if you wish to see the facts and solid evidence we've gathered.)
we had wanted all this to be over, to move on and be happy again. we really did. nevermind the bullcrap we were told when he decided to leave, it wasn't like we were stopping him for him to find it necessary to brew such a bizarre excuse to leave.
i've been curbing my irk and urge to be nasty by reminding myself of how he's moulding himself into a joke, it helps i must say. sometimes i would get so carried away i even thought of making him a suggestion to consider becoming a comedian, or clown. least effort required, his favorite.
(just in case you're wondering about my level of intelligence, so you can justly justify the statement that was made against me, let me sum it up quickly. i am not your genius with mechanisms in general, needless to mention, the ones i used for tattoo. i just don't have a natural interest into the depth of these tattoo machines and i'm not too ambitious to go beyond my knowledge of the fundamental, let's not forget that i am still pretty much a fresh artist to have spent enough time getting to know machines. i proudly admit that i would not act smart and would, on a regular day be glad to let someone else who's well-versed in that field to handle anything complicated. this 'someone' is definitely one i consider trustworthy.)
love & peace,
peenut,,
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Friday, April 12, 2013
Monday, April 8, 2013
Crescent Time
recently, a family friend contacted me to get some customization work done. i only realized upon exchanging some texts that his entire family of five wanted to get their family crescent done together.
it was an interesting and humbling saturday (as usual) and i am thoroughly thankful that the folks were so cool to be spending their precious family time in the studio with me and waited patiently while their three children get their inks by yours truly.
life never fails to amaze me.
live.laugh.love
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Passion will get you there.
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| Jack, Morgan, Malcolm,*raise hand*, Ashley (Glassblowing Team) |
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| Capilano Suspension Bridge |
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| Glassblowing Tent |
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| NIGHT! |
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| Treetop Walk |
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| Cliffwalk |
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| Doing what I desire most ~ Sharing my love for Glassblowing |
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| oh, but I missed Tala Dink the most... every damn second v |
THANK YOU to Malcolm MacFadyen and Team.
As well as Capilano Suspension Bridge.you have a piece of my heart always.
Monday, April 1, 2013
VANCOUVER BC & everything good
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| Surprise Farewell Party |
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| Taipei |
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| Hong Kong |
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| Vancouver, BC |
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| cheese... olives... wine... |
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| Granville Island |
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| Granville Street |
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| Beer... mmmMmmm |
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| Gelato in Winter |
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| Britannia Mine Museum |
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| Shannon Falls Provincial Park |
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| Porteau Cove |
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| Howe Sound |
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| photo credit: malcolm macfadyen |
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| Robert Held Art Glass |
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| Horseshoe Bay |
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| Squamish |
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| Grouse Mountain Wolf Habitat |
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Canada Place peace, v |
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