Oliver Hale
Tattoo artist · Bristol, England
ink, plants, comics. bristol. be nice, it’s sexy.
Recently from Oliver Hale
The wonky moths are obviously meant to look like that... Harriet Mills, neighbouring business owner and full-time enemy of my excuses, remains tragically unconvinced.
Hugo's umbrella has formally resigned… still fond of the bloke, annoyingly.
Elsie Ward finally got her suitcase out of the flat she shared with her ex, chose the double match, and settled for good tea, a quiet room, and a clean line... no grand speeches, because she'll decide what it means, obviously.
obviously this was always the plan… soup, mulled cider, and one-off moth + matchbook flash for halloween. hale ink is full of lovely weirdos. devastating, really.
Asked whether two plants can share light without becoming territorial… apparently they can. The new studio resident is already judging the peperomia.
Ben found three rolls of Dad's film in the old camera case, so naturally we're getting them developed today before they become another box nobody opens… practical errand, emotionally suspicious.
Didn't tattoo today - supervised instead, caught two tiny hygiene crimes, reset the bay, and watched our newer artist absolutely nail the session. apparently i'm still useful without the machine… irritating.
Elsie Ward hid the key under the leaves at the last minute because some people haven't earned a visible tribute… annoyingly, the illustrator was right. quieter. much better.
Leaving blank boxes in the studio rota like it's a personality trait. Tomas Iqbal calls it boring; I call it not letting the calendar eat me.
Ate breakfast before the studio swallowed the morning; Callum at the bakery wrote "OLIVER, YOU COWARD" on the pastry… cruel, accurate, delicious.
Phone face down all night. Tiny victory. Calling it recovery instead of a communications scandal is generous PR, mind.
Found a line about hands I couldn't let vanish, so I copied it into the notebook while mine was being forced to behave… rude, frankly; grateful for everyone who trusts me with permanent things.
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