What does a person think when they see a tattooed body?
Almost an impossible question, as we only know our own opinions and interpretations. To me tattoo’s are a work of art which explores and brings forth the entrails of a person’s mind, their personality and an extension of their soul onto the blank canvas of their skin. As far as I am concerned a tattoo doesn’t need to mean anything in particular, as it is a physical representation of their mental world of which they preside when they have a moment to themselves to explore such a place.
I personally currently have four works of art aboard my canvas. Each piece was created from my own designs, from the depths of my mind. Despite not having the belief that tattoos need a story or meaning, mine do. These are the stories behind them. The first of my tattoos is one that is simple but, has a deeper meaning. This piece depicts a rosary of which was created in loving memory of my Nan of whom was a part of the Catholic church. This particular piece of art was created by the artists at ‘Alice in Tattoo Land’ based in Stratford, London. The second extension of my soul additionally has the link to family and the love we experience within the game of life. This one shows an anchor lovingly wrapped with a purple ribbon. The anchor represents the grandfather I sadly never had the chance to meet. He was a man who served in the navy during the second world war. The ribbon itself is a symbol and a sign of support for my mother and loving girlfriend of whom both suffer with a chronic illness known as fibromyalgia. Purple is the colour which represents this condition.
The third inked extension is that of what I see as a look into the culture of which I believe within my heart, my soul of souls, that I belong to. I see myself as an old-fashioned East London bloke. I have a pair of crossed hammers which are shout out to the football club i am a supporter of. I know, I know cliché and a bit of a stereotypical tattoo for a football fan, but hey if I really cared about people’s views and opinions i wouldn’t be the person i am or have named the blog failure to comply, now would I. Anyway these crossed hammers are situated between the words ‘East’ and ‘London’. My fourth piece of my soul upon my art gallery known as my skin, is that of the skeletal remains of falling swallows. This was inspired by my arguably poor mental health (more on this at a later date). You see I feel being aware that death could be round any chosen corner in all walks of life, can encourage you to live the way you wasn’t no matter what stands in your way. In addition, the swallows are a symbol of travelling great distances. We may not physically travel far but, are mental state can take us on vast journey’s without physically moving from the spot we choose to reside.
Speak to you all soon, and thank you from reading my thoughts.
Goodbye.
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