Dissident1

 I have been back in the states for 2 weeks now, and my heart is heavy as I long to be back in S.E. Asia. I have lived all over this nation, and traveled abroad, never feeling at peace or like I had a home. Cambodia was home. Strange that such a filthy backwards nation could make me feel this. I told the few people left that are close to me that I intended on moving there in the near future, most were very supportive of the idea.
    Finishing up the sleeve work on my arm, and suddenly offered another showing for my art. A friend tells me while I am there that I should think about growing up and sitting put for a while and becoming serious about my art and my life. Later that night I fall asleep thinking of his words, and doubting my decision.... but the universe has its way of letting us know. I awaken to two missed calls from Thailand, and I know I have to be there.
    I bought a ticket for November, just before thanksgiving. I should have at least 10k saved by then. Buying a new power pack for my tattoo machines, and prepping a serious amount of needles to bring with. Planning on doing 2 weeks in Bangkok, a month in Cambodia, 2 more weeks in Vietnam,2 weeks in Laos, then returning to Thailand to hit Phukett for 2 weeks before going into Burma on route to Nepal.... then India and Sri Lanka. I think I might stay in Cambodia, but I still fell the urge to see the rest before making the decision. If when I return I feel the same way, its a fire sale of all of my shit then relocation. :)

 Cherry popped... first time I have ever written a blog.

    I participated in a showing last night at Spot 6 in Chicago. When I was asked, I was entirely unsure if I wanted my art hanging at this time due to the nature of some of the things I am working on; but I chose to contribute 4 works. Strangely, I got prime wall space and found people to be quite interested in the things I was doing. Though the venue was packed, there was little interest in the works that were hanging... I think due to the fact that there was a human suspension performance and the Acid Rayne troupe from Ohio there. I felt a little put off by the fact that where were so many great works on display, yet the suspension took center stage.... strange how so many lonely nights in front of an easel gets upstaged by someone whose sole claim to fame is being able to have hooks put into their skin. Anyhow, I was way too drunk to shoot anything at the event but I have a few pictures of some of my contributions to the show. I have added them to my album here, along with a few others for those who care