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Anybody who’s taken the time to glimpse my photo on this blog’s “About Us” page can pretty readily tell that I like ink. Tattoos. Tats. Body Art. And not only do I like to get carved on from time to time, I also enjoy tattoo photography. Few things say “Frayed Edge” better than a dragon chestpiece peering at you from behind the deep cut neckline of a bridal gown, or a tribal tramp stamp slashing right through the soft curves of a boudoir pose.
So Jill and I occasionally visit tattoo shops to drop off business cards and other materials to let tatted and pierced folks know they’ve got soul mates at Frayed Edge Concepts, LLC if they’re ever in the market for some photos. Not too long ago we stopped by Tattoo City in High Point, NC where we met tattoo artist, Dallas Morris.
When I met Dallas I almost felt compelled to drop into a cross-legged lotus position and wait for nuggets of wisdom to fall from his tongue. His wispy whiskers, gray hair, slight frame and weathered brow make him look like some kind of Sinsei just waiting for a little Grasshopper to bounce along and sop up the raw wisdom he’s gleaned the hard way from his years and travels. And Dallas has been around.
He’s a Vietnam vet and guitarist who spent almost 20 years with a band performing Southern Rock and Country music on the road. “Back in my hippie days,” as he says. He’s lived in Los Angeles and on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Over a decade ago he grew weary of the vagabond life so he channelled his artistic nature into the tattoo gun. He’s been in High Point, right there at Tattoo City, almost ever since.
Dallas does all kinds of work…tribal, lettering, portraits, cover-ups…and refuses to let himself be backed into one style or another. He creates tattoos based on what he knows about a client’s preferences and goals. But he is old school about how he relates to his clients. “I work with people,” he says. “I don’t expect someone to have to ask themselves whether they want a tattoo this month or make the car payment.” As a result, Dallas has developed some long term relationships.
“Long term” is the operative phrase, here. Because Dallas says that, besides the relationships, the thing he likes most about his art is that people not only carry it with them to the far corners of the world, they carry it forever. With all his years in the business he’s lost some clients to tragedies. “My artwork was with them when they went out,” he says. That’s where the weathered brow comes from. Dallas has lived the full swing of the human drama over the years and has shared the drama with clients who come to him for memorial pieces and tattoos that acknowledge their struggles. It shows on the Sinsei’s face.
That’s one of the things I like most about my job. Faces. They all tell a story. For me, Tattoo City is a great place to hear a story or two, and maybe find a creative (and perhaps a bit painful) way to tell some of my own.
In an earlier blog post I mentioned how I am inspired by other people who enjoy expressing their creativity in different ways. I am excited to bring my gal pals’ attention to one of my favorite “girl” boutiques here in High Point. When my girlfriends out there read this, they will be squealing with delight (I know), because for the past three years, since Dragonflies first opened, this has been the place we’d go for our more serious “shop therapy sessions.”
Owner Kim Gilliam and manager Paula Holdaway consider Dragonflies to be “every woman’s store” with speciality items that appeal to the littlest of divas and more seasoned divas as well. In fact, Paula likes to say that “If it ain’t fun, we don’t have it!”
Personally, I have to agree. Because, as a frequent shopper, I know their store appeal extends way beyond the merchandise lining their shelves. So many times I’ve walked into the store to be greeted by Paula and her warm southern charm. She has never failed to remember what I was shopping for or drawn to on my last visit. There have been several times when I know she ordered merchandise with my tastes in mind. Individualized service is one of the biggest reasons Dragonflies is a favorite among many of my friends as well.
On my most recent visit to Dragonflies, I learned that they are in the process of selling their store due to unforeseen health problems in the family. This has absolutely broken my heart. At present, they are expecting to have the store sold or closed by December 31, 2010. Paula says, “We are hoping somebody will see this as a great opportunity and will purchase it to keep the dream alive since Kim had always wanted to open her own boutique.”
Dragonflies prides itself on selling locally made merchandise. They sell everything from unique hand painted glassware and individual novelty soaps, to handmade dresses and bows. The store creates their own lampshades in super cool “diva” designs and colors that accentuate the store’s atmosphere. They offer these quality custom items at reasonable prices.
Paula had this to say about her customers over the past three years, “Our customers are like family, man. That’s the one thing I’ll miss the most. Real people with real problems and we’ve become a place to relax for awhile.”
So this is a bittersweet post for me. It is a chance to honor what Kim, Paula and the local artisans and craftspeople have created in the past three years, as well as help get the word out that their store is for sale. Hopefully there will be someone out there who cares as much for their customers as these girls have for the past years. Even if you’re not in the market for the whole store, drop by and shop around a bit. I’m sure you’ll be glad you did.