short story

tmmBack in 1998/1999, I was in the 5th grade. I was in a new country and I had to make new friends all over again. I was 8/9-years old; I didn’t know that the naïve idea of “friend” I had was nothing but a fantasy.
I digress. Continue reading

The Art or the Artist? by M.C. Tuggle



“John Wayne was no actor.”

Yes, that’s what she said! While working a crossword puzzle, my wife had asked me about Academy Award winners from the ‘60s, and I’d suggested the Duke. My response was met with the above inflammatory statement. (John Wayne wasn’t the answer to the puzzle, but in fact, he did win an Oscar in 1969 for True Grit.)

But my wife’s comment got me to thinking. No doubt a lot of people would agree with her. After all, John Wayne pretty much played the same role in all of his movies. When he portrayed Genghis Khan in The Conqueror, he was quoted in a press release that he’d decided to play the title character “as a gunfighter.” Continue reading

About tattoos

tattoos“A tattoo is a true poetic creation, and is always more than meets the eye. As a tattoo is grounded on living skin, so its essence emotes a poignancy unique to the mortal human condition.” — V. Vale

We are born and then we die. And in between we do something that is called living.

But that is not enough.

We need others to know that we have lived.

“I was here.”

Among all the other billion creatures just like you.

We create art, we make babies, we build empires of all sorts.

“I was here,” we shout to the world.

We want to be apart of this world, to feel accepted by others, but we also want to stand out.

And I think tattoos are just that. A certain way of telling others that we are just as human as they are, that we have a story to tell.

Truth be told, we all have a certain vision about how our bodies should look like. Some people want tattoos to express that ideal.

You know that terrible cliche: “Don’t judge a book by its cover?”

Well, I think that in a certain way we know that the vast majority of people will only judge us based on appearances alone, thus we try to fill the gap between who we appear to be and who we really are.

Having the story of who you are, what you enjoy most, what you love or hate or fear scribbled on your body is a way of filling the gap.

It’s a shortcut for those who really want to know us.

A testimony, if you will, to the fact that we are just as real as they.

That we have lived a significant life on between the moment of our birth and the moment of death.

And there’s nothing more beautiful than that.

irevuo is back…for good


irevuo is back…for good this time.

I have decided to resurrect this website because, well… why not?

irevuo was meant to be a sort of hub for the aspiring artist, a place to gain more recognition, to reach a bigger audience. It was meant to be an opportunity. A chance.

irevuo was meant to offer the aspiring artists information, inspiration, and motivation.

If you want to support this new (sort of) project of mine, a like, a share, a follow…subscribe to @irevuo on Twitter… the more people get to see the website itself, the better it is for the aspiring artist.

The quest for innovation

innovationAt one point or another every creative person must feel that everything has been done before. Everything worth writing, worth painting, worth saying. That the essential is there, for everyone to understand, that we can’t possibly capture the essence of life without being copies of someone else.

This is an universal urge, in a way. We feel that we need to step outside certain boundaries, that we have to forget about the rules in order to innovate. We want to be original, to create something new. We want to create a big enough change in the world that’s going to last forever. Continue reading

The Art of trying

art_tryingBefore starting this post, I gathered my little minions and they all knew what they had to do in order to help me write : my coffee was hot, my cigarettes were more than plenty, and my jazz track-list was two hours long. I don’t need two hours to write a post, but I do like to stare at the screen every ten minutes, to enjoy the blank inside my head. I didn’t make this introduction for nothing and the reason for doing it is because I want to open the Pandora box, also known as Inspiration. Continue reading