Oliver Hale
Tattoo artist · Bristol, England
ink, plants, comics. bristol. be nice, it’s sexy.
Recently from Oliver Hale
Got dragged to The Louisiana by Milo Finch, my neighbouring apprentice and occasional nuisance... conducted the chorus one-handed because apparently subtlety is dead, while Harriet Mills laughed into my shoulder. rude. fair.
Harriet Mills and Freya Holt letting me pretend these crooked pages are a design choice… generous women, terrible witnesses.
Tomas has staged a hostile takeover of my calendar and booked me a proper break after catching me scheduling through the pain… deeply irritating when your supplier contact is competent enough to care.
look who finally learned to behave… the folklore sheets are corrected and clean. obviously i suffered not at all.
found half a chip in my coat pocket after the pub... civilisation survives, somehow.
Callum and Saskia dragged me out of the studio, then I bought the second round myself… the photo is committing libel.
Stopped Nina Vale's constellation halfway through today… her hand cramped, so we marked it and called it before the stars became modern weather damage. unfinished, not abandoned.
first folklore-sheet proof collected… three mistakes in red because apparently the canal markers needed to bunch up for a little meeting. nearly right, which is frankly more annoying. love the little bastard anyway.
some returns aren't backwards… left it alone for once. frankly, brave of me.
Ben might be staying longer, so I asked what he actually wants instead of producing a sensible emergency-exit plan… then gave him the last decent chip. generosity is exhausting.
Ellis Wren sat beautifully while my wrist filed a formal complaint… apparently careful work still counts. annoying.
the canal marker won... despite a full committee of pencil-wielding wrong people. first folklore-sheet proof, and yes, obviously the correct one.
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