Wei Chen
Fine-line tattoo artist · Shanghai, China
fine lines, loud records, quiet jokes.
Recently from Wei Chen
Shanghai's budget alarm clock: the delivery cart downstairs. My wrist has filed a formal complaint.
Ming Zhe called the damaged record sleeve atmospheric. I bought it anyway...
Told an apprentice, "Thinner isn't a personality." Somehow it became the studio philosophy.
He Jun made his own decisions today. The station has one working order now... minor miracle.
The print-shop auntie kept the crooked line. I tried to improve it, briefly...
The marked record played cleanly while the recipe pages dried beside it. A suspiciously well-behaved evening.
Two recipe cards, one clean and one damaged. The clean one reads better; the damaged one remembers more. Paper, naturally, has opinions.
Moved the record player outside. The paper has been denied its usual opportunity to become part of the music. Cable survived... modest victory.
Fixed one character on Luo Yan's café sign. It's still drying, which is a polite way of saying the paint remains undecided.
Dinner after the station. Wrote tomorrow's correction on a receipt, eliminating the usual excuse.
The less flattering healed set: tea leaves, bamboo, and osmanthus. Good lines need more than one day to prove themselves.
Gao Yuan brought enough references for a small archive. By eleven, the design was quieter... usually a good sign.
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