Showing posts with label tattoo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tattoo. Show all posts
Monday, November 14, 2011
Yes! I am a tatted father!
Just in case it was not obvious, I have tattoos. And . . . AHHHHHH . . . . I am a father. There is such negativity that revolves around tattoos, but add in that you are a parent and the world has come to an end. Believe it or not, my first tattoo drilled into my right forearm once I was out of my parents house.
I had the greatest of intentions when getting this tattoo. That is Hebrew writing, and it is supposed to say "God is Love", but later on in my days of repairing appliances, I end up at Jewish families house. And their Bar Mitzvah teacher was there. Come to find out, that is not exactly the way it is supposed to be.
My second tattoo is a cross with the face of Jesus in it. It was eventually supposed to be colored in, but that obviously has yet to happen. There really is not much of a story to this one. I wanted a tattoo, saw the drawing in the shop, liked it and got it.
My third tattoo I got not long after Madison was born. I found a new artist in Santa Barbara, but I did what a lot of people stupidly do; I did not listen to the artist when it came to his thoughts about the tattoo. I found the design online, and instead of listening to what he had to say about changing it up, I decided to put my foot down about it. I wanted a tribal badly. I found something that I liked a lot. The end result . . . I wish I would have listened to my artist. hahaha
For a very, very, very long time, I have loved the art of Japanese tattoos. At the same time, I also regreted the mis-translation on my right arm. So, yes, I got it covered up with one of my fav tatt art. The dragonfish on my forearm is the koi fish that has reached the waterfall and is now transforming into the dragon. I started getting this tatt after my ex-wife and I separated, and for me, the dragonfish symbolizes that transformation.
Getting that first tattoo was a really hard decision to make. I grew up in a very strong Christian household and family, and I was also very involved in the church. So, you can imagine what was going through my head, What is my family going to say? They are going to kill me? Is this going to be an issue with my job? What is my church going to say? I finally got to the point that I just did not care. The tattoo was meant to grab people's attention. To get them to ask questions about it. What I never did was put any thought into the amount of negativity that stemmed off of something with pure positive intentions.
I have heard of a lot of tatted parents getting such negative looks, comments, and so on in regards to their tattoos. I have only had a couple of negative experiences, and they were all dirty looks. Sure, dirty looks do not speak audibly as do words, but you would have to be blind to not see what those looks meant. I find it incredibly ridiculous that people find the need to just judge your parenting skills or abilities because you have art inked on your body.
I was actually discussing some ideas for my left arm with Holly a couple of weeks ago. The ideas were so great that I was really getting excited about them. I made the stupid decision to talk to someone about it, and they tell me that "If you like it for the art so much, then frame it". Tattoos, in themselves, are art. But, it is the meaning behind and in them that is so much more.
To me, now that I have "grown up", tattoos have such a strong meaning to me. Tattoos are not just beautiful art, but they also tell stories of where you were in life at the time that you got it. They may have been gotten to remember a loved one, to show that you have overcome a great hardship in life. If you look back a bit, Tattoo Thief goes over Holly's tattoos, and they all pretty much cover what I just said. She has done what I am currently sucking at doing . . . putting serious thought into what she is getting inked into her skin. Her current work in progress is prolly my fav so far. Just think, there is more to come with it. More to be added. I am actually anxious about it.
Now, who out there has tatts? I know you are out there. Did you have any negative feedback? Are there any meanings behind your tatts?
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Tattoo Theif
I am a tattooed Mama. I love my tattoos. I love expressing myself via the artwork on my body. I think it is beautiful and I love being reminded of a place or person or a special memory when I look at a particular tattoo. Dani from Sometimes Sweet recently blogged about being a heavily tattooed Mama and I highly suggest you all take a gander at her article. I could not have said it any better myself.
That said, I thought it would be fun to share my tattoos & their meanings with all of you.
My first tattoo, was a mistake. It is the only tattoo I have that I regret. I did not think through what I wanted; I just wanted something. That something happened to be a super tramptacular tramp stamp. I'm talking award winning, people. Fucking hide your kids tramptacular. I won't even bother with a picture for this one. Just know it involves my name.....and angel wings........and that it will be covered up eventually with a much more thought out tattoo.
My second tattoo is on the top of my left foot. It has made many appearances on this blog. It is of three hibiscus flowers. I have an obsession with the number three. Hibiscus and ranunculus are my favorite flowers. Yes. It hurt.
My Mom, Seester and I all have a matching tattoo of an anchor with the LVMPD badge on it. The anchor is for my Seester, who was in the Navy at the time. The badge for my Mom, who is a Detective....though now it also symbolizes Seester because she is a cop too. Don't get me started people. Mom & Step-Dad were cops and Dad a corrections officer. I never got away with anything.
I have a skull and cross bones with a bow on her head. That is located on the back of my neck. I got her after a bad break up. She always has my back.
I got an ampersand tattooed behind my right ear. This is my dweeb tattoo and I love it. My ampersand symbolizes my love and passion for literature, reading, writing, the English language. I'm obsessesed.
Liam's feet, actual size, are tattooed on my left wrist. My son is always with me. I got this tattoo two days after he passed. This tattoo was something I needed and I needed right at that very moment. It was so completely therapeutic and healing to get. This tattoo was essential to my healing process.
I recently started my tattoo project on my left arm. I have big plans for this arm. Eventually, my arm will be completely covered from shoulder to wrist. I may or may not have jacked Mandey, from Mama & the Dudes, idea about using birth month flowers. She forgives me though. Because it's a crazy awesome idea.
I have three types of flowers on this piece...so far. There will be more for people that mean something to me in my life. I plan to add flowers for each of my grandmothers, my father, my mother and more. It seemed fitting to start this tattoo with my two sons and I. The chrysanthemum, the largest of them all, is Collin's birth month flower. The poppies are Liam's birth moth flower. Lastly, the asters are my birth month flower. I love how this piece is progressing and cannot wait to add more over the years.
That's my tattoos. I'm a tattooed Mama and proud of my pieces of permanent art.
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