So right off the bat, I'ma keep 100 and confess
I absolutely hate when asked about my tattoos. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the fact that so many people find my body art to be visually striking and find me interesting enough that they want to know what the meaning is behind the art. Why l hate being asked about them so much is because tbh there is no meaning behind the art. I'm simply covered in ink because I have to be. Tattoo therapy IS my therapy. So when I say I have to be inked it's because my brain is telling me that it's time to see my therapist and my therapist is whoever is holding the gun. The smell of a tattoo parlor, the alcohol, the sterilization scent that every heavily tatted person immediately can place, the whole process of creating in a collaborative environment with an artist you trust is so therapeutic. So sure, my artwork contains themes, they contain stories, and they all have different aesthetics, make no mistake there is nothing on my body that wasn't carefully conceived and structured but for me, the story is and always will be the almost tribal, ritualistic process of getting inked. not
the sterilization scent that every heavily tatted person immediately can place, the whole process of creating in a collaborative environment with an artist you trust is so therapeutic. So sure, my artwork contains themes, they contain stories, and they all have different aesthetics, make no mistake there is nothing on my body that wasn't carefully conceived and structured but for me, the story is and always will be the almost tribal, ritualistic process of getting inked, not someone's vague nonsensical fucking thesis behind a Hello Kitty outline they have behind their ear.
