Traveling Tattoo Artist

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Hello, my name is Tristyn Dabrowski and I’ve decided to follow my dream and become a tattoo artist and also a traveler; this is my story.  I grew up traveling with my parents since I was a kid, Florida, California, Jamaica. Naturally I loved it, and could never get enough. But we all grow up and have to start adult-ing at some point.

After going to college for a year and 1/2 to be an Athletic Trainer, I realized that I was wasting my time doing something I didn’t actually love, and I dropped out.  I had no idea where I was going to go in life.  Living with distraught parents who only wanted to see me succeed was frustrating when I had no idea what I wanted to do.  The only thing my 20 year old mind knew at the time was that I wanted to travel, and the easiest way I knew to do that was to join the military.  After joining the Air Force to serve actively, I got injured 3 weeks into Basic Military Training. After trying to recover for about a month and 1/2 and cleaning moldy dormitories on the 4th of July in Texas, they sent me back home to Erie, PA.  Now, job-less, upset, and unable to do much after leg surgery, I found a passion that I’ve enjoyed since I was a child: art.  I’ve always wanted to an aspiring artist, but I couldn’t do it on my own.  In my mind, tattooing is a modern, moveable, traveling, beautiful art.  How could I not want to do this? I’ve decided to pursue a dream- to become a traveling tattoo artist.

Currently I’m doing an apprenticeship and making ends meet as best as I can.  Follow me on my journey to travel this beautiful world we live in and bring art and life to the people around us; because the earth without art is just “eh.”IMG_2409

Author: tattraveler

Hello, my name is Tristyn Dabrowski and I've decided to follow my dream and become a tattoo artist and also a traveler; this is my story. I grew up traveling with my parents since I was a kid, Florida, California, Jamaica. Naturally I loved it, and could never get enough. But we all grow up and have to start adult-ing at some point. After going to college for a year and 1/2 to be an Athletic Trainer, I realized that I was wasting my time doing something I didn't actually love, and I dropped out. I had no idea where I was going to go in life. Living with distraught parents who only wanted to see me succeed was frustrating when I had no idea what I wanted to do. The only thing my 20 year old mind knew at the time was that I wanted to travel, and the easiest way I knew to do that was to join the military. After joining the Air Force to serve actively, I got injured 3 weeks into Basic Military Training. After trying to recover for about a month and 1/2 and cleaning moldy dormitories on the 4th of July in Texas, they sent me back home to Erie, PA. Now, job-less, upset, and unable to do much after leg surgery, I found a passion that I've enjoyed since I was a child: art. I've always wanted to an aspiring artist, but I couldn't do it on my own. In my mind, tattooing is a modern, moveable, traveling, beautiful art. How could I not want to do this? I've decided to pursue a dream- to become a traveling tattoo artist. Currently I'm doing an apprenticeship and making ends meet as best as I can. Follow me on my journey to travel this beautiful world we live in and bring art and life to the people around us; because the earth without art is just "eh."

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