Tattoo 4: Leg A.K.A Philomena the Phoenix

Free hand drawing

Free hand drawing

So I had gone through a small hiatus of tattoo-getting for a variety of reasons, busy, skint, undecided etc. But like all addicted inkers, I was consistently on the look out for ideas and Summer 2012 it struck. I came across a tribal bird that I fell in love with. The one I found was on someones back which, while lovely for them, personally I’d designated not so much a ‘no-go’ area, but more a ‘not-yet’ area. Continue reading


Tattoo 1: The Neck

Neck Straight

Straight on view

In my previous post on tattoos and what to consider, I eventually decided on a neck tattoo. I figured; easily, covered, easily exposed, nice little number.

I originally went to my artist looking for a kind of winged man/angel figure, but he wasn’t happy with the proportions required, (a decent wing span would need a giant figure to balance out), I left it with him and when I got back he had, what is now my tattoo drawn.

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My first Tattoo

In 2005 aged 23, I had just returned home from travelling in post-tsunami Indonesia. I was chatting with my Mam one day and out of nowhere she asked, ‘Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?’. Eh hello! Is a bear a catholic!?! I’d been into piercings early on and it was a slim line keeping me from the ink, but why did Mammy care? She, like most parents, had been vehemently anti-tattoo up to this point.

This is what your Mam thinks whenshe hears 'Tattoo"

This is what your Mam thinks when she hears ‘Tattoo”

So it turns out while I was off gallivanting, poor Mam watched a documentary about the tsunami and was really horrified to learn that some people had to be buried without identities as they couldn’t be identified before burial. It had gotten her thinking that, should the unthinkable happen to me while away, how could she identify my body, and a tattoo seemed to be the obvious answer. I didn’t argue too strenuously, odd and all as the reasoning seemed.

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