by Holli Steinmetz David Ruhlman has a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Art History from the University of Utah. His work has been featured in over 20 exhibitions from 2008-2015 and was used in the 9.2 Fall issue of Rock & Sling as both cover and content art. David’s gallery features paintings, handmade books, collaborations and fascinating … Continue reading An Interview with R&S 9.2 Cover Artist David Ruhlman
Category: Ink
Writer’s Ink: The Light Can Get In
by Jackie Wallace When I was seventeen, I read a book called Paper Towns, by John Green. You may have heard of it due to the upcoming release of its movie adaptation. More on that later. The book tells the story of a teenage boy who idolizes the girl next door. The girl disappears, leading … Continue reading Writer’s Ink: The Light Can Get In
Invisibly Close: Why I Won’t Get a Tattoo
by Tania Runyan Last weekend the "if-I-were-to-get-a-tattoo" topic came up again, this time among members of the church worship team, many of whom sport whirling trinitarian symbols on their biceps. "I keep having this conversation," I say, scooting forward in my chair, already feeling younger and edgier for even addressing the subject. "Maybe one of … Continue reading Invisibly Close: Why I Won’t Get a Tattoo
Writer’s Ink: Ubuntu
by Patricia Bruininks On my right shoulder blade. At the Missing Piece studio. These are two answers to the question, “Where did you get it?”, which is often asked after someone learns that I have a tattoo. The word ubuntu surrounded by three flowers shaded with orange … Continue reading Writer’s Ink: Ubuntu
Writers’ Ink: “Peace, beaver”
by Emily Dufault My first, or maybe second, tattoo; I’m not quite sure. Softly flowing letters, paz, the Spanish word for peace, a little dove adorning its side. Four years ago, when I first starting dreaming of this particular tattoo, I was living in Central America. My life that year was a jumble of Spanish … Continue reading Writers’ Ink: “Peace, beaver”
Writers’ Ink: On “Scribo,” Tube Socks, and “Speaking Christian”
by Tracy Simmons It’s faded now, often covered by socks or pant legs. What was once a symbol of pride has now become a branding, an aching scar I hide. Thirteen years ago, on a Friday night, I strutted into Fine Line Tattoo in Albuquerque, New Mexico and told the artist exactly what I wanted. … Continue reading Writers’ Ink: On “Scribo,” Tube Socks, and “Speaking Christian”