If you spotted something new (not old, borrowed or blue) sprinkled across my skin, your eyes haven't deceived you. I've been washing, greasing and healing my newborn body adornments with love and care, and firmly fought the urge to book more inky appointments. Enough ink work for this year's quantity, methinks. :)
Here's a couple of captures from a week ago! With all probabilities I've leafed through all the tattoo magazines of the Joker tattoo shop during my visits. On this trip I realized that it's far better to read an actual book than gaze at the pretty pictures and girls with a lot of ink on their skin and not nearly as much clothing. Nothing against pretty tattooed girls, but I much prefer to sink into a story. The sharpest edge of pain was clearly cut off as I was too much concentrated on the deep love declaration of Jane Eyre and Mr.Rochester. (I'm actually starting to prefer Mr.Rochester over Mr.Darcy, there's just something special in the slightly scruffy and brooding men!)
|Reading in the torture chair. The pain isn't half that bad if you know how to spirit it away!|
(+I don't actually look that serene while reading, the photo is staged. ;)
|Her drawings inked on me|
|And some more wonderful drawings!|
All the artwork above belongs to my friend & tattoo artist Tuula. You can check out her work on her FB site: *click*! She kindly showed me the new flashes she's been working on lately, and oh my. Scientists from the times gone-by, tentacle monsters and ancient languages, occult books dripping with ink or the blackest blood imaginable and all sorts of obscure and fascinating creatures that dwell in the most surreal fields of the imagination. Needless to say how much I loved these. And my new body illustrations.