Another reason, another cause for me to fight
Another fuse uncovered now for me to light
My dedication to all that I’ve sworn to protect
I carry out my orders without a regret
My declaration embedded deep under my skin
A permanent reminder of how it began
– Indestructible, by Disturbed
For a long time I’ve pondered getting a tattoo. Despite all the “do you really want something permanent on your body?”, and the host of other reasons not to get one, I’ve worked out when I’d get it, what I’d get, and where I’d put it.
But first, have we got updates for you!
This whole Industrial Grace Restoration thing is live now. We’ve got a facebook page, an Etsy shop, and even an FEIN. And in terms of where this blog will go, you can expect an update every Friday, as well as the occasional additional post.
This post is a “reminder of how it began”. A good place to start would be the logo, designed by the talented graphic designer Matty Evans:
It hits the nail on the head in terms of capturing what we’re about. It “show[s] a sense of grace and eloquence” but also the more reckless industrialized side of things. Don’t you think he did a good job?
About that tattoo: it would look a lot like the pylons in the logo, I’d get it on the back of my neck, like a barcode, and I’m getting it if Ghost dies young. It would be a “.. declaration embedded deep under my skin // A permanent reminder…”
In college I lived near a girl named Chelsea. She was like a beatnik version of Audrey Hepburn. She would change her look dramatically from day to day, to the point where she tells of a time when she convinced someone she was actually twins. She was edgy, and wild, and just the catalyst I needed to get my cartilage pierced.
These earrings are a tribute to her. I handmade the beads out of air drying clay, and painted them. I always envisioned her color as a dark shade of green, the sort that lurks in an elven forest, so the metal leave charms seemed fitting.
About three years ago I look a “Book Arts” course, which included some bookbinding techniques. That class prompted me to try my hand at that sort of thing, though I’m driven to use a slightly different assortment of materials than we did in that class.
This book is much more recent, made when I was at my parents’ new house in California. My goal was to use the items I had on hand, which meant a lot of miscellaneous bits of paper from my childhood. The lined and graph paper for the text block were the remaining unused pages from the school notebooks of my childhood, while the unlined pages were from an old address book.
I used the outer part of the address book as bookboard, and covered it with a piece of lined paper painted with some of my father’s homemade milk paint. I finished off the front using a piece of metal that I found locally in my parents’ neighborhood, and bound the whole thing with a piece of fiber rope, which I believe was made from New Zealand flax, known as harakeke to the Maori.