Keith's beer baby
Lake Cresent

I crawl around on the face of the earth, one day at a time. I live in one of the most beautiful places in the north west. The people here are genuine, gritty, earthy, eccentric, savage, loyal blah blah blah. You wont really get the idea until you’ve lived here, amongst them. My family and I moved out here in 2002. At first, I hated this place, with every ounce of my being. I tried and failed to move away twice. To me this place has been a whale carcass, bloated and rotting at the bottom of the ocean, while new life springs up around it, slowly consuming it down to the bones. Even with all the pessimistic, negative vocabulary I could wield, ultimately I fell in love with it. It changed me, forever. Now I can’t imagine living anywhere else.

Obviously, this isn’t the mentality of everyone who lives here, but they can go write their own story.

I’ve been tattooing since 2013. I’ve been obsessed with it since I can remember. Its something that drives me forward. If you were expecting some hallmark card synopsis, that’s not real life. That’s not what this art form carries.