Johari?

Stolen from toxictattoo, dhaunea, et al.

Johari me. Hopefully by the time people have given me a few answers, I'll have figured out how to read the thing.

Hope.

... I have this uncanny habit of picking up newspapers for a reason. Not that I know the reason at the time; it tends to lie in wait like a rattlesnake and then leap up and bite me in the face.

A nice, day-brightening, happy kind of bite. The poison of optimism.

Jaded Body Arts
is offering a tattoo apprenticeship.
Position to commence this February.

Applicants must have an art
background and be able to draw.
Sketchbooks and or portfolio of
art required.

Love of art a must.
Apply in person.

... and the ad was in that funky kind of all-cap writing that I write in.

I'm excited. I shouldn't be this excited, but fuck it I'm excited. Over the phone, Mom sounded a little concerned about how much time it would take out of my studies... but really. I'm an English major that averages five hours of sleep per night. I've handled a part time job when I was an art student and had to a staggering amount of homework. This? I need to read. Yes, I need to read a substantial amount, but dammit, this is a step toward that career thing that my parents are always concerned about.

Ideally, yes, Dad, I would prefer to apprentice to someone who I consider the cream of the business, like Chris Garver or Horiyoshi III, but you know what? Lethbridge doesn't have one, and I don't have the money or the paperwork to go find one outside of this province. I will take my learning where I can, and I will run with it screaming to the hills, naked and inked if I have to, like a Pict with a bad sense of direction.

This afternoon, Mom and I are driving by the shop.

If I like what I see, I'm bringing a portfolio and three sketchbooks on Monday.

This is initiative. See it soar.

... *runs off to draw more porn before the bus arrives*