If you know me, you know I love beautifully done tattoos. I
love the artistry behind them, and I love the way they are a piece of a person’s
life story, embedded in flesh.
Don’t get me wrong. I know a lot of people who’ve gotten
tattoos that were inspired by nothing more than a whim, a desire to get any old
tattoo, or simply because they want a piece of art from a specific artist.
Those are part of that person’s story too.
In the middle of 2015, I went in for two sittings with
Stephanie Flannery (then at Golden Rule) and came out with a gorgeous magpie
and fox on the front/outside of my left shin.
It is so lovely, I immediately knew I wanted to have her
continue on and wrap the rest of my lower leg… it just took me this long to get
there.
On Saturday, I took the short drive North to see Stephanie
again (now at Black Castle Art Co) and she lined and shaded the rest of my leg.
And I couldn’t be happier.
I realized part of the way through the lining, that my dad
would hate the subject matter of this tattoo (if he liked tattoos at all). I
don’t know how he feels about bluebells, but the fox glove making its way up
the side of my knee is basically a weed back home (maybe I’ll find a place for Himalayan
blackberries next) and the feather on the back… well, let’s just say blue jays
are like the feral cat of the skies on the farm.
I’ve since joked that I may get a skunk cabbage on my knee.
I’m only mostly sarcastic.
Next month: Color!
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