I’m still wasted from fourteen hours in the torture chair over two days – nine of them only yesterday. This will be brief. I still have to finish an article for Niugini Blue in the next 48 hours.
It was fun in a Zen-like way, dealing with the pain. I can’t say that I enjoyed that bit, but there’s something about getting through it that leaves a mild feeling of smug satisfaction. I’m lucky; I have an extremely high pain threshold. I sometimes find myself bleeding profusely, looking around, asking, “How did THAT happen?” A little Codeine (legally acquired in PNG) and plenty of soft rock music dull the worst of it.
My artist, Chip (more later about the shop and the nice, über-cool people there), said that he’d never encountered anybody who could endure so long in the chair without wincing. I think I said something like, “It’s only pain, man; it’s not taxes.” I’ll take pain over taxes any day. Pain usually ceases at some point. Taxes just go on forever. If I could pay my taxes by being tortured, I think I’d consider it, depending on the torture.
Let me state that I’m not belittling pain here. The pain of a tattoo, no matter how many hours it takes, is akin to a mosquito bite compared to the pain of some diseases. I don’t want to compare myself to those who suffer disabling, intractable pain. I’d be an absolute wuss and beg for horse tranquillisers. Tattoos are mere bee stings; a nasty sunburn.
Anyway, on the the pointy-pointy business. Here’s the artist’s pallette:
By the way, I’m being soothed by a continuous shuffle of Dire Straits as I write. I highly recommend it. Softly, softly, make me mellow . . .
And, here’s the artist:
Chip is a very nice, calm, deep thinking family man. Avatar Tat2 is billed as an “Adult Tattoo Studio.” There’s no ugly connotation there, either. Stay tuned for more about this unique skin art boutique.
And now, please remember that one would normally never show a new tattoo for at least a week. The skin is severely traumatised and leaking ink and plasma all over the place. The colours look mottled, splotchy and off-hue. That said, here’s a couple of different angles:
As you can probably tell, the Banded Sea Krait is in the background and wraps completely around my arm. When my arm hangs at my side, the body of the snake is about all you can see. For the curious, I flip my arm and . . . voila!
The style is exactly what I was looking for. Photo-realism just doesn’t do it for me for reef scenes, I’ve seen some and was not impressed. I wanted a gaudy, well-shaded and detailed effect that stoped short of a cartoon. Chip took my original ideas, kept the core concepts and used his keen artistic eye and vast exeprience to give me something that exceeds my dream. Believe me, you have to go a way to top my dreams. Great work, Chip!
More tat fun to come as soon as I get my Patterns of the Sea article finished and get some sleep.Tags: reef, tattoo