i love the process of embedded ink into the skin. peoples bodies are more than flesh and tone.
my body has alot to say and is often silenced. the ink spreads on the milk canvas slowly and the artist brush strokes exentuate.. the stroking is subtly soothing tickles my fancies.
not on mine to touch but to to see this as well…
is there anything better than a body of dark skin- kissed by the ‘missisppi sun gods’ covered in intricate, dark symbols, lines of love, homage, life? the look on that skin makes me weak.
my first came to me when i was sick. god came- to re visit. i was weak- i wanted to be empowered. who is more powerful and universal than the all mighty? but never do i want to be obvious. so the fern on my back follows me everywhere i go- and no i am not freaking kiwi- it is an african symbol for faith and trust in god. and no i am not african. is everyone walking round with a japanese symbol on there ankle japanese? i think not…i think not about when im older, regret the stains on my skin..who cares they represent that time- that challenge- that youth- the process is kind of beautiful- like hurdles in life- it stings like hell, is tedious and painful- needs to be nurtured and looked after so it doesnt manifest ot infect- then it is admired and settles- it is ready- healed and forever- symbolsing more than u could know……
the second is my own version of a music note. i am katie and i am not a cliche- but i am a slave to the music- and want it on my skin, not just in my veins. now its is literally soaked into both my blood, veins and skin. imagine is inscribed across my right wrist written intensley by an appropriately intense and bold bikey dude in the back streets of byron bay- i sit talking hard core life issues with a 40 something beefy stanger, more gentle inside than the sand i has just walked across….he signed it with 88, paying homage to the year the doco was made about john lennon and yoko- that pivital moment when it changed for me; was incredible and inspired my thoughts to dance..i am now closer to him- closer to my dream- and decorating my spirit. i am however sorry mum- i know you loath the tattoos…
