I fell in love with Kim Deakins the first time I saw her paintings. Then I fell in love with her again while she told me long and intricate stories about the lives of the characters she paints as we chatted at a bar on the eve of her MFA graduation. Then, again, when I independently discovered that she too is transfixed by teeth and delighted in making up fake band names. Far as I know, she’s involved. So I got her to give me a tattoo.