In 1971 the planets aligned and the halls of Valhalla spat out the Ginger Viking to wreak havoc on the land, make a mockery of every social circle and consume all the Miller High Life in the land… Alright, Alright, Alright, Already!!!!
I was drawn (no pun intended) to art at an early age and the social circles I chose in my mid-teens lead me to tattoos. (Hey, everyone else was getting them) After several poor decisions in my tattoos, wait? Are these things permanent? WTF? Like you’ve never succumbed to some sort of peer pressure? A few years later I was fortunate enough to meet a tattooer that at the time taught me his version of the art of tattoo and after coming to the realization that most of the things I was taught were eventually to be relearned the correct way. Hey, he really was doing some next level shit in comparison to what I had seen before. Then one day the planets re-aligned and my burgeoning tattoo career began.
In the beginning it was a tough road, but lessons learned it led me to where I am today… So, enough about my bullshit. Before you is my portfolio, please feel free to peruse the galleries as their contents mean a great deal to me. You will find everything from tattoos, paintings and general tomfoolery that I engage in with my family and friends that have enriched my life so much. I hope you enjoy it and I’ll see you soon more than likely in your town.
Joey MOTHERFUCKIN Vernon
AKA the 25pound hammer
AKA the Ginger Viking
AKA the ginga ninja
All of these depend solely on my level of inebriation