Third Eye Tattoos was located in a spacious corner spot with good foot traffic between the local bars. He'd gotten his first professional ink from just such a place on his 21st birthday…wandering from one bar to another with a platoon worth of buddies. Drunken decisions might get the word out, but those kind of referrals weren’t the only kind of business Dax had his eye on. By appointment sessions was where the real work got done, the real art discussed and crafted.
Third Eye possessed an interior as eclectic and contradictory as the myriad of tattoos done daily within the walls. A refined Victorian style greeted customers with luxurious fabrics, dark woods and ornate carvings while a raw Rockerfellerian industrialism brought exposed bricks to the walls where numerous examples of previous work and flash inspiration hung for customer perusal. Mixed in, of course, were the almost obligatory and lurid images of skulls, devils and pin ups. Beyond the gate separating the lobby from the work were multiple stations almost always filled with the constant buzz of tattoo guns. As much an individual business as a company, each station had been adorned with personal touches of style, hobbies and artistic flair which reflected the various schools of tattoos, interests and personality of each artist.
Dax had also converted a small part of the space to serve as a gallery in an effort to support local artists. Selling their work on consignment, Dax took a small commission in exchange for the wall space and customer base. The work often served as inspiration for the tattoos and vice versa. Dax, at his core, was an artist and had found a certain solace in it after he’d come home…the demons that knew every corner of his mind held at bay by the serenity found within the creative process.
Open 10:00 AM - 2:00 AM Monday through Saturday. All other times are by appointment. Everyone is welcome to come in and find that unique style to express yourself.
