Kerry Lawing
Kerry Lawing, a respected tattoo artist and cherished member of the Fayetteville community, has died following a motorcycle accident. Known for his artistry, insight, and reflective nature, Lawing leaves behind a legacy of creativity and thoughtfulness that touched the lives of many.
Born in 1973, Lawing cultivated a career in tattoo artistry, earning admiration for his technical skill, attention to detail, and ability to help clients express themselves through ink. Beyond his craft, he was remembered for his thoughtful approach to life and his candid reflections on its challenges. In the face of personal loss, Lawing once shared a poignant reflection on grief and resilience, describing the experience of confronting pain alone and the hope that each encounter with darkness might strengthen the human spirit. His words resonate as a testament to his insight, empathy, and courage.
Friends and clients recall a man who was generous with his time, deeply committed to his art, and compassionate toward those around him. “Kerry had a rare combination of talent and humanity,” said a longtime friend. “He could make people feel seen, whether through his art or his words. His presence will be sorely missed.”
Lawing’s passing leaves a profound void in the Fayetteville artistic community and among all who knew him. Tributes emphasise his influence, not only as a tattooist but as a thoughtful, reflective individual whose experiences and insights inspired others to confront life with honesty and resilience.
Kerry Lawing’s life, though tragically cut short, will be remembered through the art he created, the guidance he offered, and the depth of character he shared. His legacy is one of creativity, courage, and contemplation—a reminder of the power of expression and the strength of the human spirit in times of darkness. RIP Kerry Lawing, 1973–2025.
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Damn it… RIP Kerry Lawing. Was always glad to know you had my back. You will be missed by many my friend.
Every time I would see him out, he would always give me a hug. Also if some weird guy was not leaving me alone I would always walk up to him and tell him and he would make sure no one messed with me at the bar. He was always very nice and kind to me. He will be missed.
He was always very sweet to me. My Mom had a huge crush on him back in the “It’z days”. When I told him that he laughed so hard. True story. I’m sorry to hear he has passed away.
So upsetting, would not allow anyone to touch his piece on my back i pour a drink to this man, that allowed me friendship, friends, much more.
RIP Big Dog. Not only did you do my first few tattoos you protected me endlessly for creepers. So sad to see you gone.
