A tattooed person suspends from hooks, laying flat, one leg higher than the other. Their head is back, and they seem to be smiling, dark hair dangling like an anime character.

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  • Behind the hooks

    Over the past year we’ve seen a lot of submissions sent in by the #Leeds Suspension Team out of St. Petersburg, Russia.  Well, one of the members of the team, who is normally off camera, hopped in front of it and sent in a recent photo of himself.  Now Arseniy is no stranger to being featured on his own.  Myself, Jen, Rachel, and Jordan have all posted photos, and it’s easy to see why.  The guy is just so photogenic, and is very deserving of the title of BMEBoy.

    Oh, those implants in his arm?  He put them in himself with a little assistance from Vlad SINtezz from Total Ink BodyModifications.

  • Waking the Winds

    Let’s kick this week off on a fun note with this tattoo of Link from the gamecube Zelda game, The Wind Waker.

    This game has the distinction of being one of the few Zelda games I never finished as the thought of spending hours digging up maps from the bottom of the ocean to give to a really annoying character in a green suit drove me batty.

  • ModBlog News of the Week: March 18th, 2011

    After last week’s celebrity fueled news post, things have taken a turn for the better.  Well, better in terms of only 2 celebrity stories.  There is some pretty heinous stuff this week, including a lot of underaged kids being tattooed and pierced.  On the bright side, there are some really interesting news pieces this week that I’m sure you’ll enjoy, and one that will make you want to reach through your screen and slap someone.

    Before any of that, there’s a story out of Seattle about a tattoo studio standing up to the city council.

    Myers contests the city artificially inflated the parking density results “from 57 percent to 91 percent to justify the change.” He said the city told him a higher density and higher rates means more turn over and revenue.

    The sign is in violation of Pioneer Square’s sign laws, but Myers said two cops recently walked by and gave him thumbs up. The building owner called him this morning to tell him to take the sign down.

    “I’m presently working on taking the sign down. It might take me a day or two. It’s a big project,” he said.

    I love his response to the building owner.  Basically the situation is that the area of the city where the tattoo studio is in was recently the subject of a massive parking rate increase, which is now hurting all the local businesses.  Myers and other businesses in the area are fighting to get the price hike reverted.

    There’s lots more to come, so pull up a chair and get comfy…

    As I mentioned earlier, today’s news has quite a few stories about minors getting tattooed or pierced.  Some are fairly straightforward cases of the kids lying to the artist, but others aren’t quite so innocent.

    To start things off, are the basic run of the mill stories of kids getting work done without parental consent.  A young woman from Cardiff got “100% Welsh Lamb” tattooed on her rear.  Seeing as how she was 16 at the time, and the law there states that it is illegal for someone under 18 to get tattooed, a police investigation has been opened regarding the case.

    Elsewhere in the UK a mother is furious that a studio pierced her son’s face without her consent.  The problem is, in this area, there is no law restricting minors from being pierced without parental consent.

    The shop in Leys Avenue, which offers tattoos and piercings, has a policy not to pierce anyone under 16 without a consenting adult, but no statutory law for an age limit exists, provided the client’s consent is given.  “When I spoke to the owner he laughed it off but it’s not a laughing matter,” said the 39-year-old.  “He’s nearly six foot tall so he does look older than he is but they should still ask for ID unless they’re accompanied by a parent.  “Even if he’d looked at the form properly he would have seen that Jake was nervous as he said he was 16 but he gave his date of birth that would have made him 17.

    “It’s a serious matter as it’s on his face and he’s been scarred for life now. It’s disgraceful.”

    Unfortunately the article fails to mention where on his face the piercing actually is, although the owner of the studio did add this: “But if she doesn’t like it she can just tell her son to take it out.”.

    A lot of times with stories like this we only hear from the parents, or in police blotters.  The Livingston County News in NY actually took the time to sit down with an artist that has been charged for tattooing a minor after they told him they were of age.

    Although Troisi’s crime is a class D misdemeanor, his arrest was widely publicized in regional print, web and broadcast media, apparently due to its unusual nature.  A friend, whom Troisi now describes as a “former friend,” scheduled the tattooing appointment for his girlfriend without revealing the girl’s age. Troisi admits being aware of the law which forbids tattooing of someone under 18.  “She looked a little young, but I didn’t think anything of it because in this day and age it isn’t uncommon for young people to want tattoos and for parents to give their consent,” Troisi said.

    Troisi saw no harm in tattooing the image which the girl requested be placed on her hip: The breast cancer ribbon accompanied by the names and dates of birth and death of two of the girl’s beloved relatives who had died from breast cancer.  Troisi does not deny tattooing the girl. However, he does affirm that the girl lied to him about her age. He suggests the girl’s mother bears at least some of the responsibility for the tattoo in that she allowed her daughter to be with the person who arranged for the tattoo and had no knowledge of where her daughter was or what her daughter was doing. In that sense, Troisi believes that, if he is facing charges of unlawfully dealing, the mother should be facing charges of neglect and abuse.

    Which brings up the question, who is ultimately responsible in situations like this?  The artist who was lied to?  Or the parent who wasn’t aware of what their child was doing?  I personally think the question they should be asking is why isn’t the blame being placed on the 17 year old girl?  Or is personal responsibility not something we’re teaching kids anymore?

    While these stories for the most part are pretty tame, the following stories are examples of when adults take advantage of children.

    A Hugo, MN man has been sentenced to 90 in jail for tattooing teenage girls to let others know they’re the property of his gang.

    Police began investigating Lee in 2009 after a runaway teen was found at his home. Investigators said several 15-year-old girls had been tattooed with the letters “OMG” marking them as the “girls” of the OMB, or Oroville Mono Boys gang, according to a criminal complaint.

    Down in Florida a tattoo artist and a woman are being charged with abuse after police walked in on the pair tattooing the woman’s 14 year old daughter.  The reason the police were visiting?  The girl posted pictures of her tattoos on Facebook and a relative contacted the authorities.

    The arrests happened at Filippelli’s home in DeBary, where deputies knocked on the door, stepped inside and asked if the girl was there getting a tattoo. One deputy could hear the buzz of a tattoo gun coming from a rear bedroom, according to Filippelli’s arrest report.  Deputies found the girl sitting on a chair with her waistband slightly rolled down, and Lopez tattooing her left hip, the report said.  Lopez told deputies he thought he was allowed to tattoo the girl because he had Filippelli’s permission, Davidson said. But state law requires written and notarized permission from a parent or guardian.  Lopez was not licensed to tattoo people, anyway, Davidson said. Tattoo artists in Florida must either be licensed to practice medicine or dentistry or be supervised by someone who is.  The caller who saw the Facebook photos told deputies the child had as many as three tattoos already — the first in January. Lopez, a friend of Filippelli’s, said he had tattooed her and the girl before.

    In Bucks County, PA a man is facing up to 300 years in prison for tattooing a 14 year old girl in exchange for sex.

    A 34-year-old Bucks County man could face up to 300 years in prison for allegedly giving a tattoo to a 14-year-old girl from Bristol Township in exchange for sex, prosecutors said.  Investigators in Bristol and Bensalem said that Walter Meyerle, an unemployed tattoo artist, has likely had inappropriate sexual contact with up to 10 other children – both boys and girls, according to reports.  Meyerle faces two counts of involuntary deviate sexual intercourse, and 10 counts of unlawful contact with a minor, according to reports. He is being held in Bucks County Prison on $1 million bail.

    Of course there is a fine line between personal responsibility and being taken advantage of.  In the first three stories the kids all lied to the artists, while in the second three, the adults knew what they were doing was illegal and proceeded to do it anyway.  With laws being so diverse when it comes to age restrictions, it’s a safe bet to be well aware of them all before working on someone you suspect may be too young.  Unless of course you’re doing it to have sex with kids, in which case I’m sure you don’t really care about the laws to begin with.

    Now then, moving away from all of that, this week a number of stories popped up looking at cultures all over the world, as well as one story about an unlikely tattoo artist.

    This month is the annual Kerala festival in India and sify.com has a nice little write up about some of the rituals that are practiced during the festival.

    At the Ezhamkulam Temple, the devotees practice ‘Tookkam’ in the month of March every year, in which they hang themselves on sharp hooks attached to a wooden plate by piercing their body.  People believe that this practice would remove all their miseries and bring wealth and glory to the village.  ”Our whole weight is balanced on the hook, there is nothing other than that to balance our body. It is our belief that that protects us. One can achieve anything by performing this ritual,” said Rajan, a devotee.

    At the nearby Kurampal Devi Temple, another unique traditional ritual is practiced as part of the temple festival.  The cane rolling is a modern form of Nara-bali or human sacrifice and is practiced every five years with great religious fervor. It is done on the ninth day of the temple festival.  During this, devotees roll over the thorns of bamboo sticks and the blood that comes out of their body is offered to the Goddess.

    In Mystic, RI, the ”Skin and Bones – Tattoos in the Life of the American Sailor” exhibit is opening this week, and it is including a number of artifacts from the local maritime museum.

    The exhibit was originally researched and displayed by Philadelphia’s Independence Seaport Museum, but it features a number of artifacts owned by Mystic Seaport. Because of these shared pieces, Mystic Seaport Exhibit Researcher and Developer Elysa Engelman said the Seaport had a connection when trying to bring the exhibit north. The show features ancient and modern tattooing tools, “flash” tattoo design samples and other tattoo related art, historic photographs and artifacts, all aimed at telling the story of how tattoos entered the sailor’s life, what they meant, and why they got them.

    The show is laid out in a loosely chronological fashion, starting with sailors’ identification documents dating to the late 1700s. Engelman said one of the reasons mariners got tattoos in that era was to provide distinguishing characteristics that could be used to identify them if they were killed or imprisoned.  Engelman said it was challenging putting together artifacts from the 18th century because there aren’t any images of the styles of tattoos that existed then. She said based on the identification papers that exist and other artwork carved by sailors on whalebones during that era, the museum is able to guess at what tattoos of the day may have looked like.

    Even if you can’t make it out to the exhibit, the article is a nice read that goes into some of the history of nautical tattooing.

    Over in St. Louis, MO the director of the documentary “Tattoo Jew” will be screening a rough cut of the film on Sunday.  The film examines why Jewish people choose to be tattooed with Jewish symbols.

    “You don’t have to be Jewish to attend,” Abrams tells Daily RFT. “You don’t have to be inked to attend. You just have to be interested in the stories of people who choose to get inked despite a religious prohibition, the cultural memory of the Holocaust and the myth that Jews with tattoos can’t be buried in a Jewish cemetery.”

    There will, however, be a “show your ink and a drink” special, and Abrams hopes to distribute Jewish-themed temporary tattoos.

    The article even has a short video interview with the director as he discusses why he chose to make a documentary on this subject.

    With all the focus in Japan being on the disaster as well as the status of the nuclear reactors, life is still going on in the areas not affected by the disasters.  Suma beach in Kobe City is moving forward with placing a ban on tattooed individuals from going to the beach.  While the law hasn’t passed yet, the author of the article spends quite some time discussing the history of tattoos in Japan, and why the city may be putting this law into effect.

    While this next story isn’t one about any specific modification, it is an interesting insight into a piercer and tattooist from Japan, as well as his status as being the only native Japanese Imam in Tokyo.

    A chance meeting with a foreign Muslim 12 years ago in Tokyo’s Shibuya district and a life spent studying various religions led him to convert to Islam 3 ½ years ago.
    He completed the Hajj, the worlds largest annual religious pilgrimage, to Mecca in Saudi Arabia 2 ½ years ago at the invitation of the Saudi Arabian government.
    Shortly after, a meeting with the man who started him down his path to Islam 12 years previously led him to becoming the Imam at a small mosque in the Kabukicho area of Tokyo.

    His day job for the past 20 years has been as a tattooist and body piercer.

    At the beginning of today’s news post I mentioned that there were only 2 celebrity-related stories, as well as one story that will probably piss you off.  Or at least make you shake your head in frustration at the idiocy of it.  Well, wait no longer, because here comes the celebrity round-up.

    Last week I mentioned that Avril Lavinge made a promise to stop getting tattooed.  That promise didn’t even last a week.  I suppose that when your studio created image is the only thing you have left going for you, you might as work to keep that image in the press.  The bonus of this article is not only does it talk about Avril’s new tattoo, but it also gives some great insight as to what tattoo placement actually means.

    Neck: You have some sort of personality disorder. If you get a tattoo on your upper body outside the area covered by a long-sleeve shirt, then you are just a little bit crazy. You don’t care what people think but not in a way that is healthy. More in the kind of way that Travis Bickle doesn’t care what people think.

    Around the Bellybutton: If you’re a lady with this tattoo, it means you once wanted to be a marine biologist but then you had little Madison and had to drop out of college. But you still love Lisa Frank. If you’re a gentleman, then you are undoubtedly a homosexual. And a bottom. No matter your gender, you have about a 50-50 shot of making a pornographic movie some day.

    Pubic Area: If you are a dude, it means you’re unattractive but you have a huge dick. If you’re a lady you probably know your way around a pole and a pair of platforms.

    Face: You have spent time in either: A) Prison, B) A mental institution, C) Both. Also, you smoke cigarettes you bought on the internet.

    And those are just a few of the gems found in the list.

    Today’s final “news” story can be summed up in a little game called, “What’s wrong with this picture“.

    At my count there are three things wrong.  The first two are pretty easy to spot.  The third one is a little trickier, and when you see it, you’ll think to yourself why you didn’t guess it right away.  If you guessed “piercing gun” and “no gloves” as the first two, you’re absolutely correct.  The third thing wrong is the fact that this is even news to begin with.  See what I mean?  So obvious.

    Well that’s it for this week’s news.  Remember to keep sending in those news stories so we can keep the news as celebrity free as possible.

  • CADAVER CHRONICLES: EPISODE 6, The final chapter

    Ladies and gentlemen, tonight I bring you the very final installment of the Cadaver Chronicles.  It is a bitter sweet conclusion. Sad in the fact this is likely the last you will read of it on this humble blog. Yet happy, because from all the positive feedback he has received from these post, he has decided to carry it on further.

    I’ve begun writing an expanded version of the memoirs for traditional publication in book form and this one will pull no punches, it’ll include every juicy story.  -Cliff Cadaver

    Currently he owns the domain www.CliffCadaver.com, but the site is not live yet. I have spoken with him and suggested he get at least a placeholder up soon, and I believe that’s currently in progress. Keep your eyes peeled there as I am sure his website will be a wonder in and of itself. It will also contain updates about his upcoming book and information on how you could pick up your own copy of the hardcover book “A basic guide to body piercings” that was mentioned and shown in Episode 2.

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    On behalf of myself, BMEzine.com and all of the modblog readers who enjoyed these articles I would like to thank  Cliff, for taking the time to share all of these stories with us and I wish him the best in all of your future ventures.

    If you have been hiding under a rock for the last few weeks, here are links to the previous episodes for you to play catch up with (1, 2, 3, 4, 5), otherwise keep on keeping on for the final chapter.

    The Death Card

    I can’t even see my largest tattoo, a backpiece that covers me shoulder to shoulder, stem to stern. I got it before I began piercing, about the time I realized construction would never cut it. The image is one you’ll recognize. It’s from the Rider-Waite tarot deck. It’s also in a lot of horror movies. Major Arcana, Roman numeral thirteen, skeleton. It’s the death card. It symbolizes change. The friggin’ Monkey on my back.

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    I should have quit piercing five years before I did. The writing was on the wall, in bold capitals, outlined three times, day-glo. I looked the other way, as usual. I was mired in the past, struggling to keep my head above water in a present with no future. Bad limbo. Everything had declined from the golden days when Mike was there. Tarnished. Jenny McCarthy included a night time shot of my shop on the opening of her talk show. Edgy. I started drinking.

    I watched body piercing go from a very specialized niche industry I loved, to something I didn’t recognize. I didn’t know a single person with a pierced tongue in 1990, and navels were still a rarity. In 2005 I pierced so many kindergarten teachers I’d need one of those take-a-ticket systems. Starbucks. “Single file, ladies. Single file.” I’d stop at 7-11 on the way to work for a single-serving of chardonnay to back my morning coffee. Not enough to get looped, just enough to face the world. Not right.

    Prices hit rock bottom all over town except in my shop. George Bush laid his great depression across my neck like a jack-boot. It seemed none of the competition were traditionally trained anymore; they’d take a quickie class at a “piercing school” and then open their own “pierceology academy.” Just shoot me. I never saw so much low-quality jewelry before in my life. Distributors would show me their wares, glow-in-the-dark trinkets made of plastic and Taiwanese pot metal. They’d shrug their shoulders when I asked about internal threading. I’d unscrew the ball from a zero gauge circular to show them what quality and proper design looks like. They’d inspect the Good Art or Anatometal product that cost ten times more than their cheapies. They’d leave the shop laughing. Crazy round eye.

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    I was the longest tenant on my block. I saw so many businesses come and go it wasn’t even funny. Rockwood and Studio City Tattoo had moved. Punk rock music store, gone. The antique store whose owner had traded me a light-up porcelain geisha head for a guiche piercing, gone. Even the Thai joint closed its doors. And then Tony Theodor, my Greek landlord, died. He had cataracts so bad he could barely see, he’d had a couple triple by-passes, he came up to about my belt-buckle. Once, he saw some customers getting pushy, he returned brandishing a shovel. He and my father had exchanged whispered words when Tony saw a Masonic ring on my dad’s finger. Since I lived in a triplex over my studio it was easy for him to pound on the door when I overslept or played hooky. Thanks a lot, Pops. He taught me dirty phrases in his native tongue. I’d yell “Ap-po-piso!” when I saw him. He’d blush. I loved him.

    The new landlord was Persian. He never smiled or taught me squat. He raised my rent every year. He leased the unit next door to palm-readers. They lived there. With children screaming twenty-four-seven and fragrant gypsy cooking wafting into my shop all day. “May I help you,” I’d ask after welcoming a client. “Yeah, I was thinking about a Prince Albert?” They’d wrinkle their nose. “Do I smell goat?” Yes. There was no parking. The new hair salon contracted Nazi valets that commandeered our small lot. I worked seven day weeks. I worked a solid month without a day off. More than once. Still, I had trouble making ends meet.

    One day I got a call from a guy looking for trepanning. I thought a second before asking, “You mean drilling holes in your skull to let the voices out?” I said it slow, gave the words added gravity. “I’m impressed,” he said. “You’re the first one to know the term.” Great. “Oh,” he continued, “it’s not to banish any voices. It’s for consciousness expansion.” He chuckled. I sighed. “Might I suggest meditation?” I was really dismayed that some kid into Egyptology was calling mod-shops for skull boring. What’s a little street shop elective surgery between enthusiasts? “If you call enough places you’ll find some idiot willing to sani-wipe a Black and Decker and just go for it. Call a brain surgeon if you’re serious,” I said. I was just about ready for a skull-fuck myself. I was thinking zero gauge, about nine millimeter.

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    I Paid Dearly for a Happy Ending

    I know why the universe let me drag my feet for so long. Why I didn’t permanently close my doors earlier, when it could have saved my sanity. Why I never pulled a trigger.

    It was January third, two-thousand and three. A cosmic reprieve. She wanted her eyebrow pierced, said she wanted something just for her. Her marriage was on the rocks, divorce proceedings underway. Today was the fourteenth anniversary of her bad wedding. “I don’t know what’s worse,” I told her. “Being lonely, or being chained to the wrong person.” She’d think of nothing else for the next week.

    “You’re back!” I said. I was happy to see her. She was nice, pretty. “I think I need more,” she said. We wouldn’t know until later that we each had the same secret thought upon our first meeting. I could stay with that person forever.

    Spread-eagle in my stirrups, she wouldn’t stop giggling. I figured it was nerves. The stress of a genital piercing can manifest itself in many ways. “What is so funny?” I asked. “Ticklish?” She wouldn’t say, but she had me laughing too. She paid, bought some aftercare solution, and asked me for a date. She’d been laughing because she had a plan. Thought wily female thoughts and nothing else for that entire week. She knew she’d take a chance, ask me out. Get her hood pierced and give me a preview of things to come. A reason to change, to live. I kissed her cheek. I married her.

    The Cadaver Rises

    My colorful plumage finally attracted a mate. Forty year old, confirmed bachelor Cliff Cadaver got hitched on April fourth, 2004. All of our wedding stuff says, “Four, four, four… Forever.” We took our vows in the highest wedding chapel on Earth, top of the Stratosphere hotel in Vegas. We bought seven acres in the Angeles National Forest. Named our spread, “Triple 4 Ranch.” No more sterilization chores or touching creepy strangers, now I muck horse stalls, groom miniature donkeys. I feel kind of like Syd Barret tending his garden after too much fame and LSD. I’m finally fulfilled. I want to live in the forest forever. I have no street-cred left to lose; I want to quote Winnie the Pooh for my wife, Carol.

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    “If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.” – A.A. Milne

    Epilogue

    I have tried to relate the facts of my fifteen year body piercing career as accurately as possible. I’m an old stoner, ’nuff said. It’s possible I transposed inconsequential names from this convention to that. I honestly can’t remember which combination of apprentices and gophers assisted me at the Palladium shows. But there isn’t a single instance in these memoirs where I lied. Except of course, that whole Tuinkhov thing. *Sigh* Only one petty larceny in all those years; I never pierced the professor from Gilligan’s Island. So crucify me. I was up front on what I couldn’t prove. Maybe someone discovered “Propping” over at the Gauntlet, independently, at the exact same time as me. It’s possible, who knows? I tried to stay positive when telling my story. I purposely avoided going into feuds and reliving cat fights. I saw that my personal sigil had indeed become the international symbol for body piercing. I learned the hard way that loose lips sink ships. My symbol can be found painted on most piercing shops in Europe. A bold, three ring circus, courtesy of Cliff Cadaver. I had the adventure of a lifetime, memories I’d never trade for anything. Even though some of them nearly killed me.

    I never had my first tattoos fixed or removed. The ones I got at the Long Beach Pike in the winter of 1980. Before the wrecking ball made way for a respectable downtown expansion. Bert Grimm’s legendary shop razed for an Aquarium. I got a flaming death’s head with only three crossbones that set me back $35. And a reaper with black ribs and white shading for $80. I was eighteen; the artist was old, bifocaled, openly cocktailing. Knowing me, I probably tipped him. I never cut off the finger with Jill Jordan’s chop tatted on it, (right middle. Priceless). Every modification records a moment in time. A history of Cliff Cadaver. Personal trophies to prove I existed, and still live.  I never felt one second of shame, ever. Never will. I traded in my fangs eons ago (…One thing about living in Green Valley I never could stomach…all the damn vampires…) for a set of platinum teeth. Dreadlocks, tattooed body suit, piercings, grill. Bib overalls. Bibbers? I am one weird hillbilly.

    Cliff Cadaver graduated with honors from the “UCLA Certificate Writer’s Program in Long and Short Fiction.” He’s currently preparing his novel “Silverfish Bugsuckers” for representation. He spends his days doing what he loves. It’s time for his motto: “Flow or Be Flowed Upon.”

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    Articles

    Back-Off Magazine, Volume 1, Number 5

    “Get the Point; Your Piercing Questions Answered by Cliff Cadaver –

    The Thirteen Most Often Asked Body Piercing Questions”

    In the Flesh, Number One – A Hole New Magazine

    “Red Devil Studios, Cliff Cadaver”

    In the Flesh, Number One – A Hole New Magazine

    “The Pierced Penis; Sexual Supremacy, or Mutilation?”

    Outlaw Biker Tattoo Review #31

    “How to Make a Monster”

    Hustler, October 1994

    “Penile Love Beads; Ancient Japanese Secret No More”

    Tattoo Savage, Number 7

    “Cadaver’s Commandment #666; Apprentice to Perfection”

    Penthouse, June 1996

    Janine Lindmulder of “Blondage” gives tongue piercing credit

    Body Art, Issue 23

    “Sex, Drugs, and Love Beads”

    In the Flesh, #5

    “The Nasalang and Bobby Brady”

    In the Flesh, #7

    “Brave New Implant”

    Tear, Premiere Issue

    “Meet Me at Upgrade”

    Radio

    UCLA 530 AM

    “Trash Culture”

    KNAC Pure Rock 105.5

    “Morning Show with Mike Stark”


  • The Bunnyfish

    Up until 5 minutes ago, I thought that this piece by Brian was on someone who just loves bunnies and fish.  Well much to my surprise, the Bunnyfish is actually a creation of LA based illustrators Kozyndan.  Even at my age, it’s still possible to learn something new every day.

    You can see a bit more detail in the full sized image which is located in Brian’s BME portfolio gallery.

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