For those of you who were waiting in great anticipation for photos of the new tattoo… you’re going to have to wait a little longer because it’s not finished yet. I did four and a half hours of line and shading last night before we called it a day at 11.30. I’m going to go back in a couple of weeks and get the colour done.
Despite the fact that it looks nothing like what I originally proposed, it’s beyond amazing. I started out with a cartoon of a psychedelic jukebox that I wanted on my bicep, but the ever lovely César was having none of it and came back with a classic Wurlitzer, surrounded by leaves and a kind of glowing sun halo thing to put on my outer arm. It was love at first sight. Not only does the leaf work tie into the tattoo on my stomach but the concept of music being a living, organic thing as well as something that nourishes and sustains life was exactly what I had in my head. And what I’ve learned from hours of watching Miami Ink is: never second guess the tattoo artist. I have never seen anyone come in with a better idea than what the artist proposed in the end.
Despite being in agony for fair amounts of the evening, it was a good one. Paul came down for part of the evening and sat tirelessly through me crushing his hand during the particularly sore bits. He is my hero. Joao was also working in the studio and kept everyone amused by playing DJ. He started out with some Sabbath, which if you were to look at Joao is what you’d expect (although I’m not sure what his first time tattoo client made of his occasional shrieks of, “look into my eyes!” as he worked on him). I don’t think any of us expected him to move onto Abba followed by Tears For Fears, Depeche Mode and Tenacious D… which everyone sang along to heartily. Good times!
So stay tuned for round two where I will be revealing the new ink… oh and César, your story that booze, sex and cigarettes during the healing period makes all the ink fall out may work on ink-virgins, but I’m an old hand and the gin is coming out tonight!