Permanence
I guess tattoos remind most people of permanence. They kind of remind me that I'm not permanent. Me. Myself. Eventually these tattoos won't exist. I'll be worm food. It's best to enjoy life while you're living it. I choose to live mine covered in beautiful art. I'm really thinking of this most recent one as a painting. Talking and thinking about it yesterday... it was compared to an oil painting. When you paint with oils you have to wait for one color to dry before working on the next. My back will take at least three or four sittings. Maybe more. It depends on how long I can go for. This outline took four hours. It wasn't too bad. There were a couple spots that were pretty unpleasant. Up around my neck was pretty brutal. Anytime the needle was on my spine I had to remind myself to keep taking deep breaths. What was especially weird was that my lower back/side area (basically my love handles) tickled like a MO FO. Which isn't good. It's not a good feeling to feel like you want to violently twitch while getting tattooed.
I hope you all love my art as much as I do, but if you don't that's fine too. It is, after all, my art.
