Carl (Rod Steiger):

“Let me tell you… don’t you look at those illustrations too long, because they’ll come alive, and they’ll tell you stories.”

~Rod Steiger is The Illustrated Man (1969)

Shane Enholm talked tonight about the history of tattoo machines. He also shared he was a young punk influenced by many of the same individuals of the early punk scene as I. From Steve Human helping him to print up his large posters, to Darby Crash and Shame Williams (the Rock & Roll Bank Robber) whose wife led him into being a bank robber serving for fucking 10 years at San Quentin, from ages 18 to 30 years old.

My home in the San Fernando Valley holds many treasures and ‘Nathan’s Tattoos and Piercings’ is a shining star. Right off of Sherman Way and Topanga Canyon Blvd. is a well rooted history which amplifies art and music. An approachable hub or community of many distinctive individuals dappling in the world of skin illustrations and beyond.

As the fires burn around the Valley amongst my beloved Verdugo and Santa Monica Mountain ranges, a helpful refuse is amongst this grip of psychological terror and fear.

Yet regardless an honest tattoo artist tells his story. The focus was not on technique but on the machines used in the tattoo artist’s world.

The tools of trade and history was the discourse this evening.

I told Nathan,

“I always focused on the images and my feelings when getting a Tattoo not the machine doing the work.”

Tonight, I got to see, appreciate, and understand the technology or machines being passed around. A full house as machines were overseen and passed from hand to hand like gold or precious items.

Shane highlighted his discourse by saying that when someone fucking gets a tattoo the pain needs to be experienced. That each tattoo is like a form of magic. And it does not matter if it is your first or after many, each is unique and changes your life after the episode in your life of getting it. I see it as a time and place in your life. It feels magical! You dig?

Recently my son and his friend went into Nate’s to get their first tattoos. It was on a dare from me because their birthdays are so close together in December. I never knew they would follow through with the crazy old lady’s offer. But they did. I got another too.

This is when Nathan invited me to this event. And I am so happy to have followed him up on it. I almost gave up due to the fires but there was a strange sense of continuity of a group of individuals being fearless together tonight.

The ghost echoes of those who I have known within the realms of this art form and music scene were there, whispering persistent memories that lingered in the air. Those living and dead, their spirits intertwined with the melodies that filled the night.

Like many of us tonight, they were sharing a common bond in this world of time and place, a connection forged through shared experiences and emotions, just like receiving a tattoo that permanently marks our journey.

It is a fucking history that keeps giving, shaping our identities and enriching our stories with depth and meaning; this is what we do as storytellers of our lives, weaving together individual narratives into a larger tapestry that celebrates resilience, creativity, and the unique threads that bind us all.

A gathering around pizza and irresistible fudge. A warm community or hub of brave souls under the full moon and Venus.

“The odors of perfume were fanned out on the summer air by the whirling vents of the grottoes where the women hid like undersea creatures, under electric cones, their hair curled into wild whorls and peaks, their eyes shrewd and glassy, animal and sly, their mouths painted a neon red.”

― Ray Bradbury, The Illustrated Man

Ruff and I traveled the eastern Santa Monica Mountains of Southern California on our horses. Yellow weeds, dirty sage hills and shady glens held endless treasures to us. Yes, the hills and fields of Mulholland and Los Angeles County were still wild.

Even the new asphalt streets that came soon to cover the earth echoed with the sound of nature and children playing. We were somehow the hillbillies of Woodland Hills.

Not too rich and uncontrollably wild.
The neighborhood was horsey, and Ruff and I noticed the for-sale signs on the empty fields. At dusk, we pulled the real estate posts down with a rope looped around a saddle horn. The signs always were reassembled the next day.

-To Ride a Painted Pony WIld.
Hudley Flipside

Today while checking out the supermarket a mature man and lady talked about his red cap that said, “Make America Great Again.”
I tried to be a good girl, but it is difficult sometimes to refrain and keep to my new moto of,
“Let Go, Stand Aside and receive the gifts.”
The guy behind me with the face of St. Francis of Assisi said,
“It makes no difference. This country is divided.”
I agreed with him.
I still have that naivety which thinks that goodness is the way. Yet discernment is not what rules the world, it is lacking. This earth is not a place of good or evil, it is a place here where all that is admirable resides in each individual.
I told them I am leaving the democratic party. Become an anarchist once more. Biden did betray us. He should have rounded up the criminals at the get go after his win. So here we are.
A twilight zone episode. Where homes are torn down to make big fucking ugly apartments. Where sacred land is raped and recruited for the plenteous and powerful. It is a time of the abounding and potent and their souls are dark. The light may be somewhere because it is getting dark out there.

“A noir story is about people who know what they’re doing is wrong, and they do it anyway. And, typically, there’s hell to pay. We love watching them break the law; we love watching them reap the consequences.”
~ Eddie Muller

Environmental Etiquette

I live on an island surrounded by a powerful river and close to a mighty waterfall. One can hear the sound of the waterfall for miles. It sounds like Niagara Falls.

How creative my mind can be. The island is my single-family dwelling. A home with a front and back yard. The house was built in 1958. 66 years old as I am. The river around us is Sherman Way, Fallbrook Ave, and Vanowen St. The sound of the waterfall is really the sound of car tires on asphalt. The sound of traffic with too many cars.

The sound of the city has grown over the last ten years as the monster apartments expand at an alarming rate.

Environmental Etiquette is a theory I have focused on. I see it as caring about our environments and the future. Our living ecosystems. Common sense and caring about our neighborhoods.

Implement building restrictions.

Environmental concerns, Infrastructure limitations, Community planning.

Hope you will take the time to support my cause. Thank you. And buy a T-Shirt!

The image was seized from my backyard. A praying mantis hides in her world practicing Environmental Etiquette.

Click on IMAGE TO TAKE YOU TO My Tee Public Page.

“It is an “earthing” of the spirit and the “spiritualizing” of the earth.

~Carl Jung

“Why did the hipster Bitcoin miner burn out his GPU?

He was mining before it was cool.”

“So, you can get your cryptocracy and put in invisible banks”

“We concluded that this was the right thing for the economy and the people we serve,” the Federal Reserve chair, Jerome Powell, said, referring to the central bank’s decision to cut interest rates by half a point.”

“A rate cut is likely to help Bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies. A rate cut of any size bodes well for growth assets like cryptocurrencies as they reduce the opportunity cost of holding assets that don’t provide yields. In a low-interest-rate environment, investors are more inclined to go for assets with higher potential returns, even if they involve greater risk.”

This is a promotional funny but meaningful way to take a honest look at Bitcoin.

If you invest in my company, I will give you something in return that is real. That has value.

Send 50 bucks and send me your address through a private exchange through PayPal.

Click on image below to make a 50 dollar investment in The Seminary of Praying Mantis Cryptocurrency.

The Praying Mantis cryptocurrency coin art

Oliver once said,

“How come you always show up selling just what I need.”

And Haney turned it on him by saying,

“Well, how come you seem to always be needing just what I have to sell?”

Oliver Wendell Douglas and Mr. Haney/ Green Acres 1965 ‧ Sitcom ‧ 6 seasons

Flopside cOmics special funny 😄

Golden-Brown Big Mama Mantis on the tree in front of my office. She has inspired me so over the years. My bedroom was converted into an office because of her. August is ending and I am hopeful I will see her soon… as for years she has shown me her love.

The lovely geometry of Jerusalem sage and my addiction to Chris Bailey’s singing…

Bliss is in me 😻

[Verse 1]

I used to send you postcards from the subway after hours

I quit my job there, now I play for flowers

I’ve grown right out of that

And now there’s no turnin’ back

[Verse 2]

I sold myself to a gentleman of letters

He lets me out once a month to say my prayers

I file my teeth for flash

And I sell myself for cash

[Chorus]

I want those big hits, on the underground

I wanna shake to the psycho sound, of

Big hits on the underground

Everybody needs them

[Verse 3]

My mind is clean but my outlook is dirty

I tell myself, only do it because I’m pretty

I’m talking, ’bout making the grade

Now my soul is saved

[Chorus]

I want those big hits, on the underground

I wanna shake to the psycho sounds, of

Big hits on the underground

Everybody needs them

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 4]

I used to send you postcards from the subway after hours

I quit my job there, now I play for flowers

I’ve grown right out of that

And now there’s no turnin’ back

[Chorus]

I want those big hits, on the underground

I wanna shake to the psycho sounds, of

Big hits on the underground

Everybody needs them

“The imagination, through metaphor, makes the bridge that at once separates and joins matter and spirit. Because the soul is eternal essence living in matter, the images of matter bestowed by the five senses carry within them the food of the soul.”

~ The Ravaged Bridegroom , Masculinity in Women by Marion Woodman.

(I just found this book by way of a spiral in a secret garden )🌼

Perseverance and Authenticity in the Punk Rock Scene

The Value of Persistence

I am deeply convinced that consistent dedication to your work, continual refinement of your skills, and remaining committed to your personal vision will ultimately lead to new opportunities. When you persist in these efforts, you position yourself for success as doors begin to open that may have previously seemed inaccessible.

Overcoming Industry Negativity

These opportunities enable you to avoid the negativity and pretentiousness that sometimes infiltrate the industry. With perseverance, you can navigate around individuals who attempt to undermine authentic talent and genuine passion, ensuring that your efforts are not derailed by those who do not share your commitment.

Engagement and Impact

By fully engaging with the lively subculture, participating in enthusiastic communities, and sharing true stories, you forge a path that both respects the essence of punk rock and elevates voices that deserve recognition. This approach not only reinforces your authenticity but also contributes positively to the broader punk rock movement.

T-shirt are the cat’s meow. Fun images that have value. A way for an artist to express themselves in a unique way.

I like the concept of print on demand. Be it books for sale or T-Shirts. Even images on cups, stickers and other ways!

As an entrepreneur with a small business it is a way to for me to extend my creative action into a global community. A long held ideal of Do It Yourself reality in the 21st century.

I invite you all to explore my work and consider supporting me as both a local and global artist.

Thanks,

Hudley Flipside

My Tee Public Collection

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