I know of several reputable, talented artists, so fortunately quality is not a problem. And I have a rule (more of a guideline, really) that no ink shall become part of me until I've considered it for a year. If, after that time, it seems like a good idea, then it's a go.
After all, I'm choosing to literally make the image a part of myself. To me, I'm invoking a specific kind of energy or trait—a very symbolic process. A pretty image isn't enough. It has to be meaningful. Of course, that's just my standard for myself. I'm all about the Underpants Rule. If your ideas are different, good on ya. Be the boss of your own underpants. That's just what I need to be happy with my tattoo-related choices.
|BAM! Lucky 7 beats Boobonic Plague!|
|Year 2 Survivor Tat|
The next year, I got a four leaf clover wrapped in a pink ribbon, because all in all I know I was really lucky. Sure, epic levels of suck were involved, but there was so much more suck avoidance.
|Fire/Water Yin Yang|
Christmas Tattooing. What? I think it's a great tradition.
ANYway... last weekend, Cirra came to visit again, as an artist at one of my favorite shops was working up a large custom design for her. And since tattoos are apparently an exponential thing—like, the more I get, the faster I want new ones—I decided to invoke Music. The symbol has been on my mind for quite some time, and since I'm a music-based life form (MBLF) it was rather a foregone conclusion:
It's in that place and that shade of blue because the back of the neck is the location of the 5th chakra, the energy center associated with self-expression. Since making music makes me happiest, it's a natural fit.
As far as impulsive decisions go, this one didn't suck.
Now let's see if the invoking mojo does anything interesting.
(Yes, Cluegirl, this is where I hear your voice in my head: "What could possibly go wrong?" Whee!)
* This is a reference to a song by The Who, though in retrospect I realize it rather sounds like I'm letting a diminutive TV star into my home...