There are always a lot of jokes and good vibes floating through the studio so tattooing all day doesn't feel like a job. It's rewarding to see my clients as excited as I am.

We are where our thoughts have taken us.

I don't have one specific tattooing specialty. I enjoy doing full-color new school, portraits, neo-traditional, realistic, black and gray, ultra detailed art, etc... but always custom.

It's not always the style of tattooing but the rather the subject matter that drives me. I love tattooing anything from mythology to comic book superheroes.

I like walking into the studio everyday and having completely custom, diverse artwork to do. And my clients keep the interesting ideas flowing in.

Although my everyday artwork is tattoo oriented, I definitely do not try to limit my art or art mediums.

I get to do some kind of artwork almost everyday and it just so happens that I can pay the bills and support my family while doing it.

Tattooing is historical, cultural and a great form of art but it should always be safe for both the client and the tattoo practitioner.

Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me.Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.

It is better for me to serve a charity as an actor or a voice, rather than at a luncheon being just a celebrity.

Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, Thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought is great and swift and free.

When you can sell [empty seats] at the gate for an upgrade for 500 bucks or 600 bucks... it makes all the sense in the world.

If you want to know what you look like, look into a mirror. If you want to know how you think, you should write

All music has to speak in some form or other.

Justin Di Cioccio led a jazz program at Music and Art, but there was no jazz in Performing Arts. After they joined, it became Laguardia School of Arts.

I scowled at the world. And the world scowled back. We were locked in a stare of mutual disgust.

We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.

Then she made up her mind.It was absurd to pretend that he did not exist.It no longer hurt her to see him. She opened the door wide and let him into her life again.