Temporarily tattooed words,
over my heart-
across my breasts.
Mirror opposites for your view,
Though the ink disappears,
all feelings remain.
So I know, I know….finding meaning in everything is dumb and illogical. But when you have 857,348,578 things happen that align with gut feelings you have had, you start to take them into consideration. Confirmation bias aside, sometimes I meet someone or see something and it really bothers me when I can’t place it or them. Sometimes it is totally topical like not remembering who an actor in a film is, other times it’s like a Déjà vu situation, a “Mists of Avalon” when Igraine and Uther meet for the first time in this life if you will….and they realize that they have been together for many lifetimes and you as the reader have to wonder if it is true or part of Viviane’s spell….sigh.
When I was younger my BFF Lisa and I would have conversations about something and try to remember a name or a song or an actor what have you, and it could be 3 weeks or months later and I would remember. regardless of what time of day (or morning…3 am anyone?) I would call her and be like “GARY BUSEY!” to which she would reply something to the effect of “What the fuck? oh yeah. yep. Goodnight Jani….”
In recent years I have taken to writing things down next to my bed and calling people (or Facebooking) people at more reasonable hours. Usually, anyhow. 😉
The thing that has been bothering me of late is someone’s tattoo….I KNEW I had seen it but just couldn’t place it. I had made up all kinds of scenarios, logical and illogical, romantic and dramatic….from supernatural to a stroke. (I know, I know, strokes aren’t funny.)
Then this morning, I am scrolling through my Facebook timeline looking for an invitation to a True Blood viewing party so I can change my response and BAM.
A movie meme.
There it is.
Right fucking in front of me.
It’s two character’s tattoos put together from a movie.
While I am relieved to finally consciously place it, I am still a little sad it wasn’t something meaningful. Stupid girl.
I still have my gift certificate to Altered Reality Tattoo….I had planned on having some older tattoos touched up, recolored, tightened up whatever…maintanence lets say, but as I was purposely letting myself fall into that lucid place wherein you can think but know you are falling asleep, it came to me.
I’ve had two quotes in my mind for sometime that I was pretty sure I was getting tattooed but I haven’t had any idea where to put them…if I was a smaller lady the obvious choice, down my bare left side would be ideal. Alas, I am… er, a curvier specimen lets say…. So that idea will have to wait…BUT
I do have plenty of room other places, in fact I have 13 visible tattoos ONLY above my waist so….here’s my lucid plan….
I want a Fibonacci spiral, perhaps a nautilus…still thinking… with a star, liken the northern star , think blue fairy Pinocchio star….in the center and then coming out as the spiral these words….IN MIRRORTYPE…
“Even in complete darkness, the light of hope echoes an eternity….”
If NOT in a Fibonacci spiral, then in a tribal spiral.
Thoughts? Drawings? Feedback?
Yes. Let’s do it.
Do lots of things. Duh.
But specifically, the things I want to do and the places I want to go are as follows….Anyone wanna come with?
That’ll do pig, that’ll do.
Yeah. I think that is all for now….But I reserve the right to add more. Cheers, interweb friends.
I guess that’s all. Carry on. Wish me luck. Happy thoughts!
I wasn’t brilliant. There are no loopholes. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO MAKE ONE. DOH
Unless you are brilliant like me.
I’m sort of addicted to tattoos. Seriously. But I like to think of them as a diary I cannot lose. I have 14, if you count one cover up that only I and a certain tattoo artist are aware of.
But I remember where I was, who I loved, what I loved, who I was, what I was doing, how I was doing, where I was going and who I wanted to be when I got each and every one of my tattoos.
I don’t regret any of them, even the stupid ass thread, needle and art class misappropriated India ink one.
Even though mine is the only one who got to keep that one because I picked blue, everyone else’s went away within a couple damn weeks….
Even though it may have started on my chest and ended up migrating Southeast without the proper permissions later….
Meh, I digress.
Regardless, these are the rules for getting a tattoo with an other, be it friend, lover, spouse, whatever…
You have to get something meaningful that doesn’t involve names or dates.
They can’t match exactly.
And they have to conceptually ‘make something together, but be complete alone.’
And you have to have an artist that listens and knows what you want, works with it and doesn’t make you feel like a tool.
A fabulous artist like Chris Graham at Altered Reality.
I can’t wait to get my next huge piece on my back, connecting 3 other tattoos….