Hear ye, hear ye.. the Tale of the Ink Slinging Wizard.
Some say he emerged in the winter of 2011, when the coils first began to hum in a small shop. Others claim he was summoned by the spirit of bold lines and black shading itself. What we do know is this:
For 14 years, he has slung ink with the steady hands of a craftsman and the mind of a slightly unhinged wizard.
Trained in the ancient arts of American Traditional and Japanese tattooing, he bends the rules just enough to make them wildly innovative. His favorite spell? American Traditional… but twisted—wonky, psychedelic, and just a little possessed. Dragons coil differently under his watch. Oni grin wider. Panthers crawl stranger. Knights don’t just die—they get centipedes crawling through their eye sockets.
Before he devoted himself fully to the needle, he studied earth and fire, earning a Bachelor’s degree in Ceramics from the University of Northern Colorado. A sculptor by training. A painter by obsession. When not tattooing, he conjures psychedelic visions onto canvas—art meant to pull the viewer into a meditative trance. Many of these portals hang on the shop walls, waiting for brave souls to say, “I’ll take that one.”
He is a loyal to the coil , and values the innovations of hybrid chimeras —the old mechanical beasts that buzz and snap with authority. Needle bars in hand, high-quality pigments at the ready, he works with precision and intention. He cares deeply about what enters the skin—favoring trusted inks and leaning toward powder-based pigments, like a true alchemist of flesh.
But even wizards face trials.
He has battled sacred geometry across full torsos, navigated the treacherous terrain of symmetry , and accepted quests outside his natural domain. When faced with such challenges, he studies the masters, sharpens his craft, breathes deep, and works smarter—not harder. Growth is the true magic, and each year he forges stronger spells than the last.
Yet his greatest pride lies in custom, hand-drawn pieces shaped to the body itself. Japanese dragons wrapping around limbs. Psychedelic traditional beasts warping reality. Flash plucked straight from the wall by a brave wanderer who trusts the vision. There is no greater honor than when someone chooses the art he creates —raw and visceral.
The path to tattooing began with inspiration close to home—his older brother, Butchy James Mrsny (rest in power), whose legacy lit the torch. The pursuit wasn’t just about tattooing. It was about being rad and providing a sacred service . About carrying forward something powerful.
If you visit his lair, you’ll likely find coffee steaming in the morning, an energy drink cracked open by afternoon, and desert psychedelic rock or doom metal echoing through the walls as the machines sing in harmony.
Come prepared: moisturized skin, full stomach, hydrated body. The ritual requires it.
And if you’re brave enough to sit in the chair?
The Ink Wizard will draw something from his imagination—something bold, strange, and timeless—and bind it to your skin like a spell meant to last a lifetime.
