I have always been fascinated with body modifications such as tattoos, piercings, alternative surgeries and etc. I just started getting into the world myself. It started when I was 13 and tried to split my tongue with dental floss... not my greatest idea. Let's just sat I didn't get very far and I'm left with a little cut on my tongue that looks like I have a fat snake tongue. Now I'm 19 with only 3 tattoos as of now and 8 piercings.
About a year ago I started my job as a tattoo apprentice and I have since given 30+ tattoos. Recently I just got let go of the shop I was at, not because of the quality of my work or anything but because I was very seldom at the shop. My mother recently passed of cancer and I was not able to make it into the shop because I was spending time with her and being present in the final but crucial moments of her life. I am now in between shops but I am determined to stay in the industry and build up my portfolio until I can consider myself a tattoo artist and one day own my own shop.
My mother was my life and I miss her dearly. The first tattoo I got was a tattoo with her. I got simba and she got his mother sarabi. They were facing each other on our arms and with that image on my arm I know that I am always looking to my mom and she is always looking back to me.
