ink in my skin.

On the 21st August I had my tattoo done. That Friday I went with my good friend Cherise to London, took the tube to Camden Town and sat there and waited for Thomas to draw out my design..

I had a birdcage design for my right thigh. I wanted it big with some detail and also my brother's date of birth in roman numerals. It looked perfect. Now I know is sounds ridiculous in saying that a birdcage seems symbolic but truthfully it did. It was home and the door was always open for me to leave or return. It seemed my brother was the one who kept this as my sanctuary as my own place of peace. It seemed that while I was being tattooed great streams of relief sort of like souls leaving the body when the person is dead, in the classic movies if you can imagine. But still I am so happy that I will have this on me for life. It couldn't be a better way to feel so fulfilled with art and with my body, and entwining these two together. I know that this ink in my skin is what keeps me sane and sounding yet even more dramatic keeps me loving what I have at this present time.