KDOI Podcasting Episode 4 Ashly Hutchins

Episode 4 Permanent Art, getting under your skin, that’s right we have Ashly Hutchins Tattoo Artist extraordinary.

 

 

A friendship that started in 2002 approx 150 years ago, yes we are public education graduates. When I first knew Ashly she was a Photography Student at VCU and had no tattoos, then she got her first and when I moved back to the area in 2013 she became my only tattoo artist. Currently working at River City Tattoo Company.

We discuss how photography and tattooing have similarities in terms of using the compositional eye and creating a viewpoint. We also talk about various photographic sessions especially the long lost and forgotten cigarette through a lip ring pictures.

Learning how to draw for tattoos is similar but more intense than drawing for photographic compositions.

The big difference is mechanical tools, where tattoo machines have similarities with digital cameras but the  final output is on live flesh versus paper or digital codes.

Ashly is given permission to swear and does so sparingly and drinks almond milk from the carton, yes she is hard core like that kids.

When this podcast a airs she will be on tour doing merch sales US Bastards on tour with GWAR.

We discuss a healthy balance with the tattoo world and other art projects that she is into.

Connect up with her on instagram at @ghostlife and River City Tattoo Co website.

We enter the Satanic Seven questions and her standout performance she cored a 7 out of 7 questions with a few bonus points that gave her a perfect score.

WOTD uniform

Uniform

In 1994 I closed the door on a career that allowed me to see the world, both the greatest and worst of humanity

2000 saw me put on robes for my first degree, actually I skipped out that day to pack and find my next home for 3 years

I donned my I’ll fitting blue suit when we laid my mother to rest. Broke ass college student and at that time a failure in most people’s eyes.

My 2nd Chance to walk through graduation saw me in the same blue suit. This time pointing to the sky ensuring she saw my success

A new suit, actually 3, after I had a run if success and a marriage found me in yet another uniform 

Hospital scrubs, hat and footies is was my clothes 3 years ago as I brought into the world my greatest accomplishment ever and the greatest I can hope to attain

WOTD brassy

Brassy

It was a day we should have wanted to remember

My back had gone out 3 weeks prior and I was in 3 pain meds and a bottle of wine

She was battling the demons in that flask

We both thought we knew each other, we had no clue

I was suffering from liquid and pill courage and rage I did

She was an introvert thrust into the spotlight

We both had our abusers in the audience we shouldn’t have survived

It’s been almost 4 years 2 newborns 8 surgeries a 3 week layoff and buying our first house 2 cats adopted one is missing an eye, list a child custody case, we shouldn’t be alive

And yet here we are, a little quieter a little calmer, slowly spaying demons day by day, slowly getting to know each other

This is what two brassy people in love look like to us we don’t back down we don’t give up

WOTD trace

Trace

My fingers roll over the words printed in ink so many years ago

Never in cursive since I’ve always failed at penmanship, should have been a doctor

These days my thumb grows callosed since now we type with one finger

I prefer the roughness of paper and pencil

When I read aloud, my fingers follow the words like they did when I first learned to read, now I trace the words for my daughters, but really it’s the only way I can focus

I want to gently tug at the letters untill they are free from the page and see what pictures they would make if allowed to flow freely

I’m still puzzled at how we decided these shapes of lines and portions of circles define our very existence, we put the value of life and death in them, would we be better off being illiterate

WOTD buff

Buff

The most important job in boot camp besides latrine queen is floor God

Yes the latrine is the first room a petulant drill Sargent wants to rip apart

But just ponder this, how can the drill Sargent get to the latrine, or anywhere for that matter, he or she must walk

The military is obsessed with shiny things, but what is the shiniest, a freshly and properly buffed floor

Yes go ahead look down you know I’m right

There is nothing like seeing your reflection gazing back at you with ponderous intent than your own reflection

There is nothing as temporary and fleeting as that same floor blemish free for mere moments before a misplaced geel beat smashes down, indicating domination, respect, intimidation

I can still hear the heel taps my drill Sargent wore that announced the end of peace and contemplation

It caused panic and disloyalty amongst fellow prisoners if their own volition

There is nothing as satisfying as standing just outside of the barracks or a long hall, inhailing neverdull and floor striper with just a hint if bowling alley was that you bartered for with a pack of smokes or some Thunderbird and knowing you have reached perfection, when you Bellow socks only muther fuckers and the drill Sargent takes a tumble on his ass sliding halfway down the bay

I don’t even hear the first seventy-fuve minutes of the six hour ass reaming I’m about to receive, and neither does my crew standing like a true band of brothers, quietly admiring our work, quiet professionals who soon will separate and never attain this level of accomplishment. We are the floor gods, you are only allowed in our world when we say and after we have mentally masturbated ourselves for a task completed

Even the drill Sargent pulls us aside to quietly tell ya how impressed he is, only to cut that feeling off as it leaves his mouth. For a nano second we are his equals, nay, his betters

Look at that buffed floor and know that people who you are not worthy to associate with gave prepared the way 

WOTD survive

Survive

80 mph, back wheel lifts up

I’m flying faster than the bike

I’m landing on my hands

These hands that make magic on a keyboard

Make music on a tuba or bass guitar

Make women moan like never before

I land and roll to a stop on the ashpalt

My leathers are scratched, my jeans torn, helmet still on scraped and cracked

I’m alive, in pain, but alive
A year later I’m in the horn of Africa

Dodging ak fire from starving tribes

Cursing out my commander since we aren’t authorized side arms

Dodging the locals who cough up their TB and malaria

Trying not to be the next international incident
It’s late, 4 lane highway 3 hours of overtime just completed

I’ve decided to break it off with my girlfriend and kick her out

I’m too close behind the car in front as it swerves hard into the left lane

T-boned into a truck that a few minutes before crashed into another car

Off duty cop, drunk, his buddies show up and threaten me

I ask for a breathilizer for both, they decline as the paramedics arrive

I’m asked 30 times if I’m alright and I just want a smoke so they let me

As I stand there in the dark lights flashing someone puts a hand on my back and that’s when I collapsed

I’m in the ambulance I’m at the ER

My girl shows up in tears and I forgot to kick her out for 2 years
It’s labor day weeken

I’m moving from Chicago to Virginia

I’m driving solo 15 hours each way

I’m on my 3rd trip

I’ve thrown out my back and I 2 weeks I’m to be wed
I have succeeded to the chagrin of those​ family members who molested me

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Impression

It’s been so long since I’ve visited my adopted home

I am not the same person since visiting Paris

I am not the same person since returning from Paris

Planning in seven years to make the same impression on my daughters

Paris opened my heart

My daughters enrich my heart

All I want to do is the same for them

I want the thumbprint imbedded in their soul as it is mine

They should know the beauty that can be possible and should witness a beauty that matches their own

The anticipation is overwhelming