Ladies & gennulmen, gorehounds & ghouls, all the fanged & the feral & the frankly far-out solid gone, we bid you welcome: unlock the door with the key of imagination & enter freely, & of your own will. There is nothing wrong with your eyes; do not attempt to adjust your mind. You’ve just crossed over… into Eerie Ink.
It’s more than a tattoo studio; it’s more than a way-out & wild way of life; Eerie Ink is a living thing: step over the threshold & you’ll find yourself on the inside of its out-there mind, the bug-loop internal kaleidoscope of a wigflip crazy Tattoo Spirit from Dimension X
It all started on Hallowe’en 2012 when by means of a mind-shredding ritual too arcane to describe but involving an unspooled video of “Bride of Frankenstein”, a bottle of red wine, a tiki mug full of magic markers & a broken TV spewing static into the old empty three-story haunted house on 11th century George Street, we dragged the spirit of the Eerie tattoo devil kicking & howling through a rip in the world. It exploded across the walls and the ceilings, a primal bawl of colour, rock ‘n’ roll, zombies and revved-up nitro-burnin’ dragmobiles covering every inch of the place & puttin’ the righteous needle hoodoo proper upon us, each & every one.
And now the whole place is possessed by the psycho-delic spirit of Eerie, and we are doomed to forever do its bidding (But always with a wink and a smile & some good tunes on the system, natch)
Eerie controls the horizontal and the vertical. Eerie can deluge you with a thousand colours, or expand one image to crystal clarity & beyond. Eerie is a tattoo demon, wicked cool & kitten-whip hip – it’s good-bad, but it aint evil. Whether you want yer baby’s kisser on your bicep or a picture of Lux & Ivy doin’ the hellhound shuffle etched forever in a place where angels weep to peep, Eerie can feed your need: Eerie loves you; Eerie wants you; welcome to Eerie, the living breathing tattoo monster that really does have designs on your body.