Sugar Shane Iorns
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I was born in the Rocky Mountains to a gypsie and Bandit. One day the ruffian stole me away and the gypsie moved on. The bandit took me on many adventures, and taught me the ways of the street, how to be handy with the steel, and how to pick the pockets of the unwary. Life was fun and exciting in desert southwest. Life moved fast, so while The Bandit did a little hard time I enjoyed the orphanage, which I didn’t really want to leave, but apparently bed space was short.
I grew up strong and crafty. I learned to appreciate the darkness, and how to creep the shadows. One day after a near fatal car chase through the desert, I had enough of a life on the run, so with an impish grin and I tossed a taco salad at the Bandit and I ran away.
That landed my 9 year old ass in a foster home of the Fighter Pilot. He taught me to ride 4 wheeler and how to go fast. Without much for adventure, and an independent attitude, I discovered my gypsie roots and decided home was where the heart was. That, and the Fighter Pilot didn’t like the way I looked at his daughters, so my stay was short.
The Bandit was glad to have his sidekick back, and thick as thieves we were chased into the city of Lost Angels. While there we through in our lot with the Assasin, a dark and cranky bloke. Not much fun there for a 10 year old, so word was put out on the street to find the Gypsie, who as it turns out was living with a Professor in the shadow of the great firebird not far away.
It was at this point in my life I learned about art, which became a lifelong obsession. I was also enamored with reading and learning, so I went from ruffian to gentleman. As it turns out, the gypsie was learned in the way of the chalice and had come from a long line of talented fortune tellers. So with art and books for friends, I began the journey towards manhood.
Oh wait, you didn’t want my whole life’s story? Shit. Uh, oh yeah. I suppose not. Tattoo bio? Of coarse. Silly me. Well then, let’s see… Ah Yes! Here we go. Well, I was designing weapons of mass construction, for a local Don with a aversion to tardiness. He decided my career needed to go a different direction, so I bagan my apprenticeship under The Rockstar. The Rockstar was wild as wolves (yes the whole pack, rolled into one) and we grew apart. The wheels on the toolbox gathered no moss, and shortly after following me out of Wizard Ink, they followed me into the den of The WidowMaker.
The mistress WidowMaker encouraged me like the sun encourages the sapling and I grew like weed.
Seven years later my Gypsie blood caught fire at the news of The Bandit catching the Black Plague, so it was back to the wild sands of the desert for me, this time with The Queen of Fire, and my two children.
What do you mean I didn’t mention them? Of coarse I didn’t, you wanted me to skip to the tattoo part remember? Anyway…..
While in the land of the Burning Sun, I joined lot with a Son of Pancho, and we started a revolution in the art world. We worked a strange land where the people spoke in strange tongues and cold food contained hidden fire. It was good, and the friendships will last a lifetime.
I then got an opportunity to work with The Legend, in a shop with the same name. He was joined by his good friend and artist, the Punk. The legend and the punk taught me two new styles and They showed me new ways to do art, a gift I will always appreciate.
It was then back to Wisconsin, a land and people that I love like….. Well…. Let’s not go there. Let’s just leave it at “lots & lots”.
That’s where I got the opportunity to create CandyLand, and that’s where CandyLand is creating me.