All Settled In.

Meryl and I made it to Grants Pass, Oregon without any hitches.

I mean, it was a 3 day ordeal totaling some 36ish driving hours,

with a packed car, a dog in the backseat,

and a bike strapped to the back,

but we did eventually arrive at our new (though temporary) home.

It's definitely an amazing opportunity to be out here

and working at Jeff Gogue's shop.

Without anything else to do,

I am being brutally self-indulgent,

and filling all of my time with tattooing and art making.

At the studio I have an easel set up,

and can paint on any of my down time.

In town there's the Southern Oregon Art Academy,

and they have been kind enough to let me sit in on their figure drawing sessions.

So what used to be Naked Mondays will now be renamed Naked Tuesdays for the next few months.

I am happy to get back to drawing from life again.

Here's two 5 minute poses.

I am super grateful to Jeff, his family,

and the shop for making me feel so at home.

I couldn't be more excited to be here.

I plan on making the absolute most of this time,

and having lots to show for it.

And, of course,

I am avoiding the Minnesotan winter this year.

Awesome.

Back in Grants Pass

Mountains, kids.
Grants Pass has got them, in abundance.
Minnesota is so flat,
it's nice having a whole new kind of horizon for a week.

This trip so far has been awesome,
Jeff and his family are the nicest ever,
And Meryl was here for the first half of the guest spot.
We got to do a little exploring,
And I even started a new tattoo on her.





































My old buddy Craig from Connecticut made a trip up to Grants Pass
(from San Diego!) to get some work done,
and we tattooed the heck out of his chest for over 6 hours.
He's super rad, and it was beyond flattering for him to take a plane and rent a car just to get a tattoo from me.
You can check him out here,
and beg him to send you some of his rad stickers he makes.

I'm here tonight and tomorrow night,
then driving back to Portland early Saturday morning.
The rental car company messed up,
so I'm driving a white Mustang this week.
I feel more than a little out of place rolling around town it in,
with the windows down and playing HoneyHoney.
(go get yourself their First Rodeo album)

Grants Pass isn't sure what to make of me.
I'm not sure what to make of me, even.