If you are on holiday apparently you must draw a lot. Only things I’ve been doing this summer vacation is: Tattoos, Drawings, Paintings, playing Playstation, sketching and watching horror movies… Of course you’ve had to hit the gym everyday and BBQ outside, don’t judge me.. MANS GOTTA EAT… Back to those drawings. I’ll introduce you couple of my “INK-Bottle” style..
I am pretty sure I first wanted a tattoo when I was eight or nine. I always thought they were the pinnacle of bad-ass. Remember the temporary tattoos that you could get from the quarter prize machines that they have in front of grocery stores? I loved those. I’d plaster myself with those whenever I could get them, always feeling kind of bummed out when they eventually faded, leaving nothing but my pale, scrawny arms behind.
See, I am what you’d call a slight man. Slender, if you’re nasty. I’ve never been very muscular. Sort-of athletic, but not really. Enough to slightly embarass myself, you know? Smart? Please, who do you think you are talking to? I wrote a story about a man having sex with a table. You think any Johnny Dumbass can do that?
Does the tattoo make the person, or does the person give the tattoo meaning?
It’s time to talk stigmas again! I hope you are as excited as I am. I plan to keep this brief, but I hope you can recognize the importance of what I’m saying regardless. Currently, I lack the funds and the mindset required to get myself a tattoo. Trust me, though, if that changes, it’ll happen. I have been told not to get a tattoo, though, by a variety of people and for a variety of reasons. One of the most common ones, and my personal favorite, is that people will judge me if I have or do not have a tattoo.
This leads me to beg a very important question: Who the hell is anybody to judge me for my tattoo? As a matter of fact, who is anybody to judge anybody for anything?
Tattoos has been my lifestyle since -1999 that’s the year when i took my first ink. After this i’ve been takin more and more, never enough. Nowadays my Tattoo artist has tattootime for me Once in month. I book the whole year after new years eve, that’s been my style last few years… and yes you are right! I’ve got lots of ink in my skin and more to come of course.
Most common question is:
What about your work, how can you work?!?
Just like before i was tatted, no one in my job career has ever had second though because i have ink in my skin.. And believe me or not but in my dayjob I’m only tattooed one. No-one actually cares because they all know:
I CAN DO MY GOD DAMN JOB!!!
Maybe in some workplaces it’s still all about skin color but in time that will change I think. (Yeah, I always pull out my “Skin-color-racist-card” when needed).
I’m just learning to use all what’s given to me and yes, I do have 10-years plan…*Secrets* Airbrushing for change…
Last evening I made custom paint job to my skateboard helmet..
It will keep my head safe for now…
-what you’re going to do with your tattoos when you are older?!?
-Dunno mate, perhaps I just grow up an epic grey beard and hang out with my tattooed friends and generally just LOOK FAKIN AWESOME!!! What about you when you look like every other old tard?
Tattoos, like scars, tell stories. Maybe the story isn’t a happy one, maybe it’s not bad. But with every tattoo, comes a story. It’s not always some deep, revelation kind of story. Sometimes it’s a simple as “I wanted a tattoo so this is what I got” and that’s okay. Other times, it’s much more than that. And it might make you squirm to hear it but listen anyway.
Just as some people’s scars aren’t remembered, or wanted to be remembered, the origin of our tattoos can sometimes fall into the very same categories. But whether we remember or not, they tell stories. They mark pit stops in our lives. People and things both loved and lost. Places we’ve been, physically or otherwise. Both good times and bad. Happy and sad. Hard and easy. You might not be a person who understands the fascination of getting tattoos. You could even…