Turn, turn, turn

As we approach the Autumn Equinox, NYC is finally starting to feel like fall. Part of my love affair with this city is knowing I’ll get to experience all of the seasons to their fullest. Hands down Autumn has been my favorite season since I was a kid. Hot cider, fall fashion, fiery foliage colors, the scent of burning fireplaces and fragrant stews; the promise of Halloween, pumpkin pie spice, costumes and candy; The Witches New Year, rituals and magick.

My second tattoo ever was an autumnal piece done by Rodney (RIP) of the Lion’s Den Tattoo in New Hope, PA. Experiencing the season in this little historic village along the Delaware River is hard to top, so I got a tattoo of a 7-pointed Faerie Star encircled with autumn leaves and acorns on my wrist. Merely thinking I was decorating myself with a symbol of my spiritual path and my favorite time of year, it has since become a stamp of my life’s pattern. Fall is the season of change. The verdant world of summery green and floral perfumes shifting into a deeper, earthier evolution, all making way for the darker half of the year. My life is in a constant state of THIS. It’s not always as dramatic as I’m making it sound. Sometimes, more seldom thankfully, it’s like a sledgehammer and other times it’s subtle and gentle. But it’s always present and I’m always aware.

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(Above, freshly done circa 2002)

Last year around this time I was gearing up to head down to New Orleans for Halloween. It was just around that time: Hurricane Sandy decided she had other plans for me and NYC. All reservations and flights cancelled, I decided to take advantage of the week at home and start hunting for a new tattoo shop to work from. I was making my game plan and started a list of places to hit up when I came across this one interesting spot in Williamsburg called Twelve 28 Tattoo. The first thing that struck me was the page of artist bios. I marveled that they were all female and with these fabulously glam pinup-like headshots! To me it seemed a bit of a holy grail discovery but even moreso when I actually had my interview and found they were all really down-to-earth folks with an even cooler shop vibe. I fit right in and it was the perfectly natural and next place for me to be.

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Hoping to make it to my anniversary mark with them in November, real estate developers shifted our course as they make their way through the Williamsburg area buying, demolishing and building. New, tall, gleaming structures erasing all of the old, historic vibe-y spots and 28 Marcy Avenue was no exception. The wood planked flooring spoke volumes of its past. Apparently, our particular space at one time produced the gold leafing on the sides of bibles! There are rumors of a ghost even inhabiting the space. All the stuff that my old NYC dreams are made of, soon to become something with much less character but much more profitability.

It’s hard to find a place in this world where you fit in. Even harder still, to find folks that you can exist and flow with, be creative around and even call like family. I’ll miss us all being in the same room together but I feel lucky that I’ve met such kick ass people and that we are all making an effort to stick together in some way. We found a pretty sweet spot just “next door” in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Twelve 28’s owner Joy Rumore and Gianna Galli are moving to their own private studios in October. I’ve been working in a shared room with Dorothy Lyczek since early September. While adjusting to the new digs, we’re still working together, almost as a collective, and tattooing up a storm. We are all now working by-appointment-only, so if you want to have a consult or set up an appointment just email us individually. Even though this pushes us all to focus on ourselves as independent artists and business-ladies, we’re still remaining a pretty tight support network for eachother and I love that with a passion! I’m sure Chris Wednesday will still breeze through to do some work here and there. And I better still see Miss Roxie around (my favorite shop girl EVER. I seriously am gonna miss this pretty little Baby Bat in my daily life).

Here’s to the season of change! Gotta go dust off my broomstick now…

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xoxo

Tribe & True

Seems I’m yet again remiss in maintaining my bloggin’ promise. But alas as busy as life gets with work and things to do and places to be I’m still trying to keep myself centered physically and spiritually. I have to catch myself at times being too iConnected and wanting to photo document everything that goes on in my life (if you don’t already follow me on Facebook, I also post regularly over on Instagram and try my hardest not to repeat content!).

It’s been a blissful summer so far. Despite the heatwave and insane humidity in NYC this year, I’ve done lots of great things like getting back into a SuperMoonSummerSolstice-charged fitness routine that’s seriously keeping me very grounded, centered and strong. I’ve spent a ton of leisurely time taking in the city and beyond with good friends and my love, Gabe (whose band Ten Ton Mojo is blowing up like you wouldn’t believe!). I have also had the opportunity to reconnect with family members in Turkey (and stateside) that I haven’t spoken to in many years. Politically, it’s gotten kind of scary over there so I’m grateful to know they are all alright and fighting the good fight.

Yes, this summer has given me many warm and fuzzy blessings and I’m gearing up for some more! I’m heading back “home” to a place called Brushwood Folklore Center for Summerfest. I’ve been bonding with the land and the folks up at Brushwood for almost 15 years now and there’s always a little pang of empty when I have to miss a year. I’ve met so many magickal folks and spun so much magick for my life there (only to ALWAYS see it manifest!). It’s just one of those places that you leave a tiny piece of your heart at and every time you return you feel whole again. Here’s a few images of festivals past…

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One of the first things you see heading into camp and it couldn’t be more true.

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Beth and Zeeb’s Fayrie Garden.

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The nightly bonfire at The Roundhouse, the heart of the festival. Image courtesy of Brushwood Folklore Center LLC.

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Above, dancing with my ladies Gigi La Femme (L) and Jenn of Raven Moon’s Oracle (center) ca. 2006. Dig the lack of skin art! Ha!

Ofcourse my summer has also been filled with lots of awesome tattooing! And as I’ve blogged here before, I spun a ton of magick to achieve my dreams and goals which have included becoming a tattooer. Much of the success of my magick was fueled by my time at Brushwood. This year I can’t say I will be spinning for things I feel my life is lacking. Instead, I will be giving a lot of gratitude back to the land, my tribe and the universe for helping me be where I am right now.

Here’s a piece I finished over a year ago and just received images of. More mermaid mojo!

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So mote it be.