First and foremost let me say thanks for the great last year. I’m looking forward to continue working with everyone, clients and co workers alike, in this new year. I felt like it was one of the more productive years I’ve had and I would like to work at making this one even more so. It’s going to be a year of some big changes and I’m likewise looking forward to them.
But enough with that, Sometimes I feel like writing, sometimes I don’t. When I do write I feel like I, at the very least, try to give it a little thought, but maybe I just ramble sometimes, case in point… I just a few days ago visited the Temple of Karnak, and to be fair, I am more an avid traveler then an enthusiast of Egyptology and endeavor to see as many places as permitted in this lifetime, so that being said, I have found myself at Karnak. You may or may not know a little basic history of the Egyptian civilization but within Karnak’s historical labyrinth from the capital times of Thebes to the years of Coptic hideouts in the back temples, there is a small room to the right, shortly after one enters, that is mostly referred to as the Holiest of Holies. It is smaller then any studio apartment I have ever had, smaller then the lobby at the shop I now work at, it was the earthly dwelling place of the King of Gods, Amun. And, from that room Amun used the high priest as a tongue with which to speak his will. The words of a God passed through him, I imagine as easy as I might ask for train times. He and he alone had the singular and divine right to pass in and out of Amun’s studio. The mouthpiece of the King of Gods also fed and dressed the King of Gods, kept his incense ablaze and chambers in divine repair. Through that mouthpiece moved stones, armies and the hearts of a society, for miles, centuries, and blood. And here I find myself, amidst hundreds of other tourist milling around, standing in the small room, the wind whistles through the rocks, and there ends what can be now found here in this room. Amun has checked out. All I can think of is Ft. Knox and the American cosmodemonic broadcast news at home, and how the smiling salesman must always be avoided. Then I went back to sun. It’s a mind fuck, none of it’s real and all of it’s real for a time. Symbolism is everything. Looking forward to getting home and making some tattoos. Here’s some of what I finished up before I left, thanks for looking.
A sentiment I can get behind depending on the night before
Started this for Hannah, first sitting
Picture Machine Flash
And lastly, I made some new shop shirts and hoodies. Both available online and at the shop, Thanks!