I remember my first of four tattoos. I remember the flat five as my friend called it bouncing off the bone in my spine at the base of my skull. I remember thinking, what the heck am I doing man?
I have a friend that does the ink in his spare time and is quite good at his craft. He has done three of my four tattoos. One of them has many more agonizing hours of work to finish the piece before it will be complete. Ugh!
I personally love tattoos if they are located properly I shall say for a few reasons. Mine all mean something. And all of those meanings will ever change making me possibly regretting the tattoo, as they are kind of permanent. And I love the choices I made; each piece makes my heart tug in different ways.
There is a true art form in tattooing. The canvas they use is always different on every single person. The different pigments in the skin affecting every pigment in the ink differently. I find it to be a fascinating craft.
There is a lot of very interesting history behind tattooing in every corner of the earth. With every single corner having a different style and belief system associated with the tattooing.
I already have my next two tattoos planned. One should only require a few hours. The other is a portrait so it will need many bloody hours of pain to be complete. But both of them have been in the plans for years. And they will both take years to probably complete. Ugh again!
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