What happens when we drip hand-mixed ink carefully and precariously into eggshells, then smash them through a big heavy press? Magic. When I first saw what the ink had become, I traced a q-tip through the wet splotches. Pen and black ink completed the process. The following are haphazardly-crafted experiments with form, color, and imagination.

Here the eggshells are removed to give that wild texture on her head. To me it felt like she was facing a corner, so I gave her an edge. The text inside reads, “Like paintings, I prefer my back against a wall.”
likeapainting

I maybe cheated and pre-doodled part of this one. It turned out awesome and ended up on gallery display at Cream City Tattoo.messy

If thoughts were colors, would we still have a language barrier? Also on gallery display.
headplosion

This guy looks so sad, as though he would fly… if only you asked him to. Most of the ink here was a happy accident, the obvious line work was created with a q-tip.
fly_4_you

The top cloud is press ink, you can tell by the shells. The bottom was absolutely not inspired by my lover’s face across the kitchen table while I doodled this…
bigcloud

Waggle tooth, waggle finger, waggle toe. I am so proud of that hyper green… ALL colors were handmixed (that’s almost my favorite part of the process)
waggle

Egged On.
egged_on

Yves Klein is perhaps most famous for painting with boobies…literally. When this one came off the press, I thought of his blue and his subjects’ body parts pressed against canvas. The lyric I lost a piece of me in you is from a Blue October song.
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