Daily Prompt Challenge: Tattoo…You?

musing, philosophical

Tattoos and tattooing has become a complex idea to me. I studied for a while as a tattoo artist before I realized the field was not for me; I was happy building my own collection, but didn’t have a strong need to share them with others. Tattoos became a way for me to express myself, more than paintings or poetry or novelization as I carried it with me. And it didn’t start as a way to rebel, or go against society like most of my relatives believed.

I saw tattoos when I was about 12 or 13 as a form of art and expression. That’s what I believed at the time, and in a way that belief has carried through to my perceptions of it now. I always wanted one of my own. I wanted something outward and colourful to represent the art inside of me. And so many things in my teen years gave me a reason to create one of my own.

That’s where my first came from: a budgie in flight, about to land, with the phrase “In the Presence of Angels” held in his feet. It was kind of an homage to my first true pet, Angel, but also to show I did care about those around me and their opinions. They were my angels, and I never wanted that to change.

It sounds so sappy now, but it still resonates true. Since then, I’ve inked impulse tattoos on my legs, ones that immortalize quotes that refer to an event, and memorial tattoos. My last memorial one, a candle and rose on my foot that started as a random image, probably relates the most to my feelings about being a tattoo artist. It was a fleeting idea, one that I attempted and left to pursue bigger things, things that I felt needed my attention more than something I was only half-passionate about. That doesn’t mean I’m not planning another tattoo as I write this post as I can’t stand stopping because of one little bump in the road.

Tattooing is an art form to me, and because of my tattoos I feel so much more comfortable in my own skin. I feel I don’t need to hide anymore as my ideals are out for all to see. If they analyze the images, go for it. The little skull on my ankle? I thought he was cute. The swallow on my shoulder blade? A permanent reminder to keep moving forward and to keep exploring. They may not be the best of tattoos out there, but they’re mine. What I can’t stand is people overcompensating their positive feelings on tattoos; I get it, you kind of don’t like them, but feel the need to compliment every one you see to show you approve of their existence. Whatever.

My skin feels bare when it doesn’t have colour on it. It’s a blank canvas, just waiting to be covered. My parents probably don’t feel the best from that idea, and I most likely won’t cover a lot of my skin, but it’s still an open. If I want to have a permanent reminder in the future, I have no qualms against inking it in my skin. My tattoos show events and things that are a part of me, and though my tastes may change over time, I can’t and don’t want to change who I was at any point.

Maybe tattoos play a bigger role in my life than I thought…

cute skull

Poem plus rambling at the end

musing, poetry


Afraid to touch
from hysterical events
a shock to the mind
like electrotherapy to set me right
the reason is unfinished, vacant and hollow
except for the arrogance
running strong
I’m distracted
what to think about
though nothing sets in
watch a wreck in motion
glazed and
is it truly the result?
The end of days of struggle
only to be dull
an outsider
so cold
yet it’s home at last.

I forget the reason why I wrote this one, but it reminds me of something that I happened upon weeks later. I was randomly researching things in history like I normally do when bored (yes, I know I’m a nerd, but it’s so interesting to learn!) when I came across old files (or the internet’s version of this) on Russian scientific experiments in during the world wars. Now, unless I see a few scholarly articles on it, I am very skeptical of its authenticity, but the thought of it and of many other similar experiments makes me believe there is an ounce of truth there. I don’t recommend looking it up unless you have a strong stomach, hell I won’t even go look for the link because of the creepy-ass picture that was attached to the article, but it was on a sleep deprivation study via a gas that kept the participants awake. The outcomes were dreadful and horrendously described, but deep down I know there was a bit of logic there. When separated from sleep long enough, sanity is a far reach. There is no reasoning, no logic that we as sleepers can understand, and just with those thoughts I fear that the experiment could be true. And if its not, I don’t care to go look if it is because it’s a very sad instance. If there was something so horrible that we thought it could be true on some level because of the depravity (especially in this particular era of medicinal experiments) that humans can be capable of inflicting, doesn’t that say there is something extremely wrong with us? If we can easily torture and kill off our own race with such ease, all because of a religious/political/scientific belief, and under those guises its accepted, not applauded in most cases but still pushed under the rug, how is that any different from the people we loath and scorn, and call killers?

Reminds me as well as a more light-hearted (ish) concept that I saw on QI last night. First of all, if you’re like me and like to know a few fun facts or stories, QI with Stephen Fry is brilliant and hilarious. Especially when David Mitchell and Jimmy Carr are guests, but ANYWAYS… The issue was on polygamy vs monogamous marriages. Fry noted that if someone (in the US, Canada, western world etc) is in a monogamous marriage and cheats on or deceives their spouse with another partner, it’s not considered breaking the law. BUT if someone who said to both women or men, hey I love you both, I want to marry both of you and they were all okay with it, it’s breaking the law. Weird. Then again, there are so so so so many laws that have no logic to them… Okay, so forget the law fact for a minute. In the monogamous case, yea it’s not right, not a lot of people would agree with it, but the polygamous one is still almost seen as taboo even though everyone’s good with it.

Human logic takes a step forward? Nah. Never apply logic to humanity!

Decisions, decisions

musing, Uncategorized

Aaah it’s so far away and yet I can’t stop thinking about it! A student exchange to England is in my future, and I am so excited to get back to the UK for a few months. Ah, but that’s the question… to do a single semester for 4~ months, or a full year? Guess I need to figure that out soon.

Pros of a full year: get to spend it in England (booya!) and have more opportunities to get over to the continent and explore (so much there…can’t even list all the fun times); more time to learn another perspective of the world and history; also more time to spend in research mode for heritage… stuff.

Pros of a single semester: less money spent (of course, but is this really an issue with dreams?); more time at my home university to learn the Canadian view; home for Christmas and with the family for longer; also more time with the horses and my birdies (a very big pro).

Do I really need cons for each? Nah, it will be an amazing chance either way, the only con I can think of anyways is I might need to catch up on some courses to finish my degree… but that is not a problem. I do love school, not many people would say that but I really do. Missed it so much I came back after graduating!

Well lots of time for the decision to be made. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with a new painting of mine called ‘The Ward’, based from a picture I took in Ireland near Castle Ward. Beautiful land, you really feel like you’re in another time there. So I painted the gateway to the water, a pathway to another place. Felt like I needed to get some nature pictures out there too, though architecture always creeps back in. Not that I mind it to do so, I can never escape the pull of made objects and the natural world intertwining.


16 x 48, oil and spray paint!

16 x 48, oil and spray paint!