Drawn Through Another

My second tattoo followed quickly, and started as the first. I was lucky enough to go back to my same artist (Dave Scearce) and go back with the same good friend. We both went to get ink on our lower backs. This time was different though. We chose different designs this time, and this one certainly has a different story.

I was once compared to Tinkerbell by someone to which I was pretty close at the time. He was simply referring to the saucy attitude. However, the small fairy and I have more in common. Yes, when pushed, the attitude surfaces. Yet underneath, she and I treasure what we have and the good people in our lives, and we would go to great lengths to protect them. (Read the book; much more than Disney.)

So in a sense, this guy had a better point than he thought he did. Now I think about how interesting it is to see yourself through someone else's eyes. He saw attitude. I know what lies underneath. How do we judge others, and how are we judged? Some days I want to know, others I do not. Psychology teaches us perception is reality. So what is my reality?

This tattoo also embodies impulsiveness. This ink probably had the least thought behind it, and was the closest I came to buyer's remorse. Normally I would get on the soapbox to say one should always be sure of a tattoo before getting it done. Yet, now I embrace it. Sometimes the meaning has to grow, or even mature. Even when we think there was no point to something, everything has a reason. This one helped me define a view of myself that began with the misperception of another.

Silly ass.

Ants

Driving
I turn to look
     out my window
And see so many
     stars
For the first time
     in a while
And I wonder
Why am I in such a
     hurry
The stars aren't
They seem to stand
     still
Watching me
They wonder
Why am I in such a
     hurry

~JK 7/9/07 

First Lines

So the best place to start is the beginning. My first tattoo. Simple enough, just two small butterfiles on the ankle.

I went with a great friend of mine, who was brave enough to get the same design in the same place. We would later revisit the experience for our second tattoos, but that comes later.

At 18 years old, it was the thing to do. The art was inspired by the doodles that often occupied my time in class. Did not seem like much of a story then. Just two friends getting matching tattoos. Two butterflies for two people, with simple interchanging colors.

Yet, as it happens with most stories, I can say now how much more was behind it. It was the mark of a friendship, and the mark of time. This ink was simplicity in the midst of coming changes (leaving out all butterfly metaphors, as that was not the intention). We would of course leave for college soon. That did not seem like a big change since that would only be an hour from home. Even though we went to different schools, we were in the same city. But as most people would say, college brings change. Maybe it is because of what you experience. Maybe it is just because you get older and grow up. Either way, change comes. Ink can preserve.

We originally wanted to get this along the side of the foot, and were convinced otherwise by our artist (Dave Scearce) becasue of how easily ink fades there. Now, I am glad we listened. Every time I look at it, I smile. I remember all those things then, in that town, that shaped who I am now. We can push ourselves to move out and face the new, but the past is always there waiting to be recalled for reflection. I would not change it for anything.

...and it was an easy first tattoo. Listen when you are told that once you get one, you will get hooked on the ink.