So, i’m sitting in church at my fathers funeral looking at old pictures of him and the last picture taken of him and thinking how much different he looked. My father had cancer times two. Chemotherapy three times a week really transformed him into someone I barely recognized, it was a very strange feeling. Anyway I saw this design on one of the stained glass windows and as I was sketching it up one of my clients told me she wanted a cross for her mother who passed away and I believe she had cancer. It’s just one of those moments where it just happens the way it’s supposed too.
The Art of Tattooing 
i got my very first tat at ur establishment in 1996. the line was down the block to get in. it was a great experience to say the ieast. I work for the American Cancer Society, its a very humbling experience. my mom died from cancer as well.
Those where the good ole days! Thank you.