I'm going to try and get back into the habit of posting at least once a month.
In 2010 my son offered to give me a tattoo for a Christmas present. I spent months deciding on what I wanted. While the quality of the tattoo isn't world class the fact that my son did the art work and did the tattoo means a great deal to me. I think through the process of my first tattoo my son and I became closer. It's something we share...how many mothers get tattooed by their child?
|This represents my Father|
A couple of years ago I started to talk to my son about an idea for a new tattoo that I wanted to get. He admitted that he didn't feel he had the artistic ability to do what I wanted. He and a close friend of his, who makes her living as a tattoo artist, both recommended another friend of theirs who has a studio in a city not far from where we live on "The Peninsula".
You give him the story behind your piece, what it means to you and what you are hoping to express. He likes to do what he calls "narratives" or pieces that reflect mythology. The interesting thing about this process is that when you show up at your appointment is the first time you see the design. I have to just have faith that his artistry will capture what I want. Based on photos of his work I'm not too concerned. Soon I will have an appointment for eight hours of pain, blood and ink...and at the end I'll have a unique, one of a kind work of art that I will take to the grave with me.
|Prehistoric German mummy|
Le Petite Crone says: My ink is for me!