With a full tattoo studio on my ground floor. My private home, where I work in a very safe and responsible manner. I was an ER Corpsman and worked in one of the ICUs in Fleet Hospital 5 during Desert Storm. Regardless of my desire to work and the cleanliness and relatively low amount of foot traffic, the State has closed all licensed tattoo studios. Even mine.
Staying home all the time honestly hasn't changed me much. I'm solitary anyways. It's all good until someone suggests maybe you shouldn't go anywhere. If you do, it's likely wherever you were going is closed or really fucking inconvenient.
I tried to paint. I do small canvases every day, just to keep me moving paint. But I'm not feeling it. Long before now, I stopped "feeling it". Health and enthusiasm waned. Everything from waking up on was noise and pain and... then I really really crashed.
When I was a kid, the ship and the universe around it were the only world I trusted. It was mine, always there.
So, in the face of the fact that I am alive and wish to remain so, I'm taking out my frustration, my insecurities, focus through the noise, stay on point, and use all of the shit I just complained about because I AM BUILDING A FUCKING SPACESHIP.
I'm doing it as art. A geeky immersive controller. A YooToob studio. A trophy to not losing my mind ,and staying creative when I really didn't want to.
Be entertained, or appalled - I have no idea where it's headed now. Stay tuned. Got media to figure out what to do with...
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