A tattoo in progress

(its just half done)

I've drawn tons of tribal art for the past couple of years and I've never thought of actually designing a tattoo until a friend came to me with a request.
I've spent months thinking on how it should be with little progress and very little success but as of today I decided to sit down and get it together and here is what I came up with.
Hoping to finish it off during my holidays xD

Woohoo its holidays!

After one and a half months of classes and assignments its finally holidays =D

works of art

Tribal cat 
;)

Nine Tailed fox (Gumiho)
Inspired after watching my girlfriend is a gumiho

Bored!!

Its amazing how time flies when you're really into doing something you like...but if you're doing something boring time seems to stand till =\
How i wish everything in life could be a little less tedious

My very first blog xD

As my very first blog I'd like t post a poem that has truly inspired me...
What's a better way to start a blog ...
The way I see things, without inspiration there is no technique
‘Method is much, technique is much, but inspiration is even more.’ – Benjamin Cardozo,

Rudyard Kipling

If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!