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On Being Crushed, and Image.When I was a teen, and homeless, I was striving very hard toward making a career with my art. This was before I went to college or really even knew what my aspirations were. I just wanted to do something-anything- with my art on a professional level.On Being Crushed, and Image. by *Deskleaves
Try as I might, I couldn't seem to find a senior artist who could direct me or give me some encouragement on where to start. So, as I was traveling in the Los Angeles area (Nearer to Beverly Hills actually) I realized that there was a tattoo artist I've admired from childhoold that was based out of downtown LA. So, I saved up money I made by peddling my art on the street, took a bus, and went to see her. The tattoo magazines I'd read had always shown her to be a very nice person who liked to be involved in the art community and collaborate with other artists. I figured if anyone could tell me where to start with my art, it would be her.
I traveled down to see her and brought a portfolio of my best work. I waited for almost two hours for he