Saturday, October 11, 2014

Tattoos...

I'm a bit in love with the art of tattoos. I love watching tattoo shows for a few reasons.....

1. I love seeing how different artists can make the same thing come to life, but make that thing unique with the different artists visions.
2. I am totally in awe of the people that are brave enough to be models for those shows. That is FOREVER.....and what if you get the horrible guy that is going to go home that week? How do you mentally prepare yourself for a six hour sitting that might have a sad ending?
3. I love the judging portion. I love listening the professionals explain why something isn't right or why it is great. I love hearing them go over the ART of it.

Really, I just love art. And I guess I love that the human body can be a canvas.....there are people out there with such great tattoos.....they are like walking museums.

And I can't get enough.

But, I was thinking the other day about how much tattoos hurt. Don't let people lie to you. It doesn't always hurt that bad, but it does hurt. Someone is digging into your skin with a needle and that is GOING to hurt. I hate it when people say that it doesn't hurt.....or should I be jealous? I don't know.

As I was thinking about the pain of a tattoo, my brain started pondering the fact that people PAY TO GET HURT. People who wish for a quality tattoo will save up money for a period of time and then PAY AN ARTIST TO HURT THEM. Sometimes for hours on end! SOMETIMES HOURS ON END FOR DAYS!

Isn't that amazing? To me, this is an amazing thing. I mean, I think the pain is worth it. If you are really excited about a tattoo, you are going to endure the pain to earn that beautiful piece of art that you will have forever more.........it's worth it. It's just an interesting thing to think about.

That's all. Just sharing my ponders. You know, like I used to do....before I sort of forgot I had a blog. (Sorry, Blog. I didn't mean to abandon you.)

Saturday, October 4, 2014

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............................Hello?

Where did I go?



I should come back.

I'll go find me and tell me I need to write a blog.






PAUSE.