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A Cabin by the Lake by Reanimated4now A Cabin by the Lake :iconreanimated4now:Reanimated4now 2 0
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4-22-14
         The sky is a heavy but soft, gray and our hotel is seedy, sketchy, or maybe just old, beaten up by time.  The toilet tank's top is cracked in the exact same way as the hotel room on our way out of South Carolina, the one that seemed normal but had the type of murder scene bathroom expected in a gruesome B horror movie, no, better, maybe at the Bates Motel.  I mean the first Bates Motel, not the syndicated cable channel series one.  That place is behind us now, and the newest bedbox has windows that run the length of the front wall face, only divided from the door by a scant metal frame.  
         My hands done over in a skin cartographer's rough-cut topographical work look like the beginning of what would promise to be a very memorable journey down leprosy lane.  Don't worry though, they're only beaten up from working without gloves... and with gloves, you know, whatever.  So I suppose this is lif
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Literature
11-17-16
I have left pieces of my heart and body in
so many places.
eyesight in camp sites (at midnight),
   failing hands among falling sand dunes,
   eyelashes spinning lost upon dusty hardwood floors.
   my intercostals laid bare in the sun through
slanted shades and love, memories are always  
   made anew to cover the face of your world,
   but darling already I spread so thin and there is
   still so much to make
and to make right.
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Cormorants (A Journal Entry from the Road)
5-14-14
  The place I've come to is somewhat discomforting in the uncertainty instilled by these situational surroundings.  To be in a position of waiting when told to for an indefinite amount of time, subservience.  Maybe the discomfort is most from fear for plans made and counted on not working out as a result of other factors shifting uncontrollably.  I speak of course of savings not reaching the amounts desired as result of the work given by a company suddenly going dry.
  Although, to be perfectly honest, I've already come to a consensus in my own head of how to work through this gravity-free time.  I'll be making art as I always was.  The time lost in money is set in front of me and really is not time or money lost, but time given again.
  I hadn't thought so solidly before scribing that down just here, but really this is quite an unexpected opportunity.  Coffee cheers to that in this golden room, in this odd life.  Let us always
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Dogwood and Honeysuckle in the Heat of the Sun
5-31-13
I wake at four a.m. to my Amy Winehouse alarm (will you still love me tomorrow?) and the abnormally bright light of the half-moon in my face.  Leaning to position the desk to block out the direct light, taking a moment to listen to the music and breathe.  Time will wait.  
Eventually I am in the car, fried chicken in hand and launching off into the darkness to Woodbridge and then Richmond.  For a while the radio plays political commentary on UN foreign policy and British criticism of the president's shifting political standpoints, then two doctors through Woodbridge talking about a super computer (Blue Water) having accurately mapped in minute detail the protective shell of the HIV virus, moments and I opt for jazz until the road becomes 95.  Now the groove of Nappy Roots and seventy/eighty miles an hour down as the sun slowly creeps into the clouds and reveals contrails, temporal tracks of overhead passage during the night.  Eventually the sky is
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Hey thanks for visiting my page and I hope you enjoy looking through everything, maybe you'll find something that you like.

,Nick

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A Cabin by the Lake

Here's one of my original blackwork pieces that was adopted, to remind you to take time for breath.

A cabin by the lake.
Left shoulder
Somebody call Frank Lloyd Wright!

I want to do a great deal more of these types of pieces, sketching, blackwork, and windows into the body. If you would be interested in a piece in this vein or in feeling one out for yourself, contact me via email at: 
Nightdancerdesign@yahoo.com

Amour Tattoo, Manassas VA
Cheers!

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         The sky is a heavy but soft, gray and our hotel is seedy, sketchy, or maybe just old, beaten up by time.  The toilet tank's top is cracked in the exact same way as the hotel room on our way out of South Carolina, the one that seemed normal but had the type of murder scene bathroom expected in a gruesome B horror movie, no, better, maybe at the Bates Motel.  I mean the first Bates Motel, not the syndicated cable channel series one.  That place is behind us now, and the newest bedbox has windows that run the length of the front wall face, only divided from the door by a scant metal frame.  

         My hands done over in a skin cartographer's rough-cut topographical work look like the beginning of what would promise to be a very memorable journey down leprosy lane.  Don't worry though, they're only beaten up from working without gloves... and with gloves, you know, whatever.  So I suppose this is life right now until I exit back to Virginia and decide to set down (or up) somewhere else.  How strange, and at the same time not so much, maybe my parents somehow taught me adaptation after all, or I picked it up on my own more likely, and they like that so they cheer us on.  I wonder what vinyl is made of and how it's made up in such a way as to be used in clothing, siding for homes, and electrical tape.
4-22-14
so much from the road goes unsaid and is still to be released from its notebooks, but reading over each entry is like going through these days again and 

the weight can be a lot to take.
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I have left pieces of my heart and body in
so many places.
eyesight in camp sites (at midnight),
   failing hands among falling sand dunes,
   eyelashes spinning lost upon dusty hardwood floors.
   my intercostals laid bare in the sun through
slanted shades and love, memories are always  
   made anew to cover the face of your world,
   but darling already I spread so thin and there is
   still so much to make

and to make right.
11-17-16
Well

that formatting isn't exactly what I wanted but I suppose it'll do.
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5-14-14
  The place I've come to is somewhat discomforting in the uncertainty instilled by these situational surroundings.  To be in a position of waiting when told to for an indefinite amount of time, subservience.  Maybe the discomfort is most from fear for plans made and counted on not working out as a result of other factors shifting uncontrollably.  I speak of course of savings not reaching the amounts desired as result of the work given by a company suddenly going dry.

  Although, to be perfectly honest, I've already come to a consensus in my own head of how to work through this gravity-free time.  I'll be making art as I always was.  The time lost in money is set in front of me and really is not time or money lost, but time given again.

  I hadn't thought so solidly before scribing that down just here, but really this is quite an unexpected opportunity.  Coffee cheers to that in this golden room, in this odd life.  Let us always be rational rather than reactionary, prepared but not cynical, and loving, dependable.  Let us always be able to pull together the air and space to step back and take a breath.
 

  The cold doesn't cause your discomfort in deeper levels.  That cause is found in the weight of whatever lies in your mind.  The night is long, but no one ever speaks of the daylight's length, for in the light they have never been pursued, hunted by visceral predators unmercifully.  In the night, even those who might help by day are locked away in their homes, asleep.  So for the light of day, where samaritans and sheer numbers might undermine and overwhelm the pursuer, guile, a disguise, and the winding vines of verbal eloquence must be all these deployed; even as their use is seen as culminating ritualistic steps, or bothersome extras in order to ensure as best as possible the preservation of the predator, the certainty of the kill.
 

  Distance, the space to be crossed, that which must be traversed to see two points joined to one.  The sight through spyglass that drives the traveller, that makes him not want to stop for sleep and then goads him to motion when that organic need for rest is met, sated..  and why?  What dreams, what visions has he witnessed through the glass?  What does he see that we have not, what have I seen, dreamt, that you have not?  What dreams do we believe can be that are not until the world, the distance, is crossed?

  What crusade must we undertake, and who meet along the way?  Elevator music and terrible Vegas-esque carpet patterns give way to the heat-blast sand winds of the desert, the ocean spray exploding up off the rocks far below our feet, overgrown military complexes that never saw the wars they prepared for, that never were.  Now the birds and mice shelter within their crumbling walls, and the only things that fell out were yesterday's projections of tomorrow's disasters.

  What good could have been done if their budgets had been redirected to us, their buildings repurposed?  Perhaps there would be no direct physical evidence of that good as there is in these crumbling structures, but the good would, the evidence would have been inside of every body, every mind touched by that hand that raised their eyes to see the distant possibility of a more beautiful world, of their place among its creatures.  If our hands hold the telescope, the spyglass up, will their minds find a way to bridge the distance?  Will they find a way to reach what we've seen?
Cormorants (A Journal Entry from the Road)
Context:  This was written during the time I was on hiatus from art on the road climbing cell phone towers, specifically here during one of my unexpectedly extended visits home (6-8 weeks on, 1 week vacation).  Have at it as you will, friends.  Take away whatever may help you.       
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3-12-17 KCole Wrist Dreamcatcher
Here's the counterpart for the Dreamer dreamcatcher I posted a while back there, these pieces are on the wrists of two sisters.

Right wrist.
Light cherry shading ink in the hoop of this one
other details there in the photo.

You did grrrreat!

For details on setting up a consultation or booking, please contact me via phone or email.
Nightdancerdesign@yahoo.com
Amour Tattoo, Manassas

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Hey all, 

I've been pretty decidedly absent from deviantArt for a long while now, working on different projects and art comm jobs.  You can still find me on these other sites if you're looking, but I will be uploading from time to time on here (probably large amounts of backlogged work), and you can always add me on facebook, just send me a note so I know who you are too :J.

I recently opened up an Etsy shop for marketing prints of my 200 nudes project so far as it's progressing.  All of the pieces I've posted so far are limited to 20 prints on this first run, and are signed and numbered :3

Links are below, I'm going to get something to nom for breakfast since it's still early and get to work again :)
Love to everyone!

,Nick

Instagram: www.instagram.com/nightdancerdesign

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Hello my name is Nick. I try to pull words down to the ground and stand them in groups so when roll is called they sound like somebody organized them with a little bit of elegance. I currently work as a tattooist at Amour Tattoo in Manassas, Virginia and own a company for my artwork called Nightdancer Design. I do artwork in tattoo ink, spraypaint, acrylic paint, digital painting, vector work, custom musical instrument work, oil and chalk pastels, and more (:


Please if you take the time to read anything I have written leave a little something so I know you've been here. I welcome all types of critiques from the most complete to passing remarks so I ask you don't be afraid contribute your thoughts as you see fit full analyses or otherwise. :)

I hope that today is the best day you have lived, and tomorrow too.

Current Residence: Fairfax, Virginia

Every passing moment is another chance to turn it all around.

Facebook for art: facebook.com/nightdancerdesign
Tumblr for my work: nightdancerdesign.tumblr.com/
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BrutalityRythm Featured By Owner May 26, 2017  Professional Traditional Artist
Thanks alot for your fave!
If you like to you can watch my timelapse videos too: www.youtube.com/channel/UCGABf…
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A belated thank you for the llama! 
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How are you, Nick? 
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GuinevereToGwen Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2014  Student Writer
Hey, thanks so much for the watch! :love:
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Thanks for the fave! I really appreciate it.
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