So I am a pretty indecisive person. It’s pretty much the main reason why at the age of 27 (but 28 in two days!) that I haven’t just sat down and got the tattoos I always had in mind. I’ve always found them beautiful. Especially when done well by talented artists. However I kept telling myself “what if I want to change it? What if the slightest thing is off that bothers me?”
But when you are in Vegas and staying with your best friend who’s husband happens to work at a tattoo shop. I guess you just kind of throw away the fears and stay “Screw it”. The opportunity was there, and there were some really talented artists working at the shop so I made the decision to finally do it. Don’t tell my mom.
After several revisions of the placement that I am sure drove the artist doing my tattoo insane, I finally settled on one. Although I am pretty sure my anxiety about symmetry will never let me be happy. If only arms didn’t bend or move it would make it a whole hell of a lot easier. It was pretty exciting to finally see what I had in my mind be there on my arm in a stencil form. I wanted to get used to it before I finally gave the go ahead on putting ink in my skin for eternity, so in Las Vegas fashion one or two shots was needed to get my jitters out of the way. Also, it gave me time to just stare at it on my arm for a bit to be sure I was really happy with the decision…
Yes I had to bring my camera into the chair. If you know me than you know I am slightly obsessive about documenting. Although I wasn’t sure if I would even be able to hold the camera after being psyched out by several people about how it was going to hurt like hell. I was pretty stiff and scared when waiting for the needle to hit, but then felt a great release of just a slight feeling of a bee sting. A constant… annoying bee sting. But definitely not that horrible pain I was led on that it would be.
While I don’t think I am special for a lot of the trials and tribulations I have gone through, I feel like there is been a lot thrown my way for several years. I remember back to highs school going back to the poem “Invictus” by William Ernst Henley when it seemed like the world was caving in. Without going into too much detail, it was rough back then with some rather complicated family issues going on, as well as deaths in the family. Time moved on, all of that made me stronger, and when I was in tears feeling as if my heart would burst I went to that poem again. It was around 2004 I decided I wanted to get the tattoo on that specific wrist.
I’ve lost many. I’ve loved more than I’ve lost. I’ve dealt with anxiety and depression issues quite openly and fought hard to reach the light at the end of the dark tunnels. They keep coming and coming but I’ve always somehow gripped to faith that it’s going to be ok. When I lost my job I loved, I thought it was all over… but now I do what I truly love for a living. When my heart was broken from an abusive relationship I thought it would never stop aching, but I find myself laughing again and being grateful the end came. When I lost so many family members I loved I felt like the memories would never stop haunting us, but instead we embrace each other tighter.
“Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.”
Either I didn’t find the time, or I wondered if it was a bad call, or I was scared I would pick a bad artist…. there was always a reason I didn’t do it. Being in Vegas though and staying with my beautiful bestie Sara and her husband Josue though, I figured now was as good as ever. My artist was an apprentice, so I gave my arm up as a canvas to hone his skills on. But whatever I was in Vegas… free spirit right?
Thanks to Josue for the last two photos.
Simple, but significant to me. I know it’s not much of a big deal to most people as generally most people have a full sleeve or something giant. But for me it was exciting and I am happy I did it. I figured if I wanted something for ten years I should just get it done.
To get more into about Sin City Ink hit up both Josue or Chico for some great art.