so, about a month or so ago, i posted some pictures of the sketch of a partial sleeve that my artist was going to do for me. i didn't run right home and wash it off. i left it there a day or so. the more i looked at it, the more i realized that it was going to be an amazingly awesome tattoo of some bands that i just liked. nothing that i was drrive around the country following them batshit crazy over.
so i nixed my appointment.
my artist and i are friends. that is how we got to that path to begin with. we were talking while he did a touch up on my charity tattoo and he said that he wanted me to have a piece that was worthy.
but the night we sketched it, we went out drinking. and i gave him my deposit on the ink. three hundred and fifty bills.
so now i feel like i should get something insane. but it is something i should be in love with. that is the rub. there is nothing in my world right now that just makes me flip my shit. nothing that captures me that i would want to express on my body. i don't want him to regurgitate a painting that i love. music needs to be heard. words are beautiful, but i am not going to turn a chunk of my body into pages from a book. or script from my hand.
i don't know...