And the news is: Mike Davis is my main man. I sat in the lobby of Everlasting Tattoo yesterday staring at a picture of someone's vivid, sinuous vine sleeve and grinning maniacally. I occasionally found myself letting out little excited giggling noises that were never supposed to be audible. I'd look around to make sure that the older couple were still busy talking to the other tattoo artist and hadn't noticed my outburst, and then I'd attempt to smooth my face back into a look of thoughtful interest. Gaze casually at the portfolio, Dianna, don't clutch it to your chest and hop around the shop going "woo woo woo woo woo". Flip pages, compare elements, consider whether you prefer the outlines on this piece or if you'd like to bring in some of the softness of this other one. When you conclude that he's definitely demonstrated the ability to do your design justice, stand up calmly and ask the guy answering the phone if he can set you up with an appointment to talk to Mike. Don't run over breathlessly, slam the portfolio on the desk and squeak, "Can you believe this stuff?"
I'm not sure why people aren't lined up around the block all day every day to see this man, but I've been told I can just drop by today around 5 and he'll make time to talk to me. It's kind of like being told, "of course the king can see you now." I'm so excited and awed that I'm not sure I'll be coherent by 5:00. Fortunately, the color printer and I had a few moments alone this morning to print up a bunch of reference photos and the latest version of my sketch. I can just hand him the printouts and a pair of earplugs; if he ignores my babbling and just looks at the pictures he'll probably get an okay idea of what I'm trying to do.
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo!Posted by dianna at March 18, 2005 10:49 AM