For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted a tattoo. In fact, I almost got one in 1996, but my friends convinced me to get my nose pierced instead.
That was a good move by my friends, because in the 90’s I would have ended up with a tattoo I created in Word Art.
Re tattoos, I typically hear opinions from two camps: Those who see it as an expression of personal art, and those who think tattoos are for people who flip burgers for a living.
If you watch this four minute documentary by our friend Mike Folden, you’ll understand exactly which camp I fall into.
It’s about a local tattoo artist named Bryan Kachel. I love his passion for creating custom art for everyday people, his views on embracing mortality through body art, and the joy he expresses about his daughter tattooing her stuffies.
That last part is especially endearing to me. If you know me in real life or follow the antics of my kids via social media, you already know how much Ruthie loves to “tattoo” herself, both with ink and stickers.
Body art may not be for you or your kids, but it’s the most carefree way I’ve seen Ruthie express herself, so I not only embrace it, I encourage it.
Like that time I helped tattoo her eyelids…
One thought on “Why I Love Body Art”
Love it. Love is take on it. Can’t wait to show this to my husband when he gets home from work this evening. Bad thing about this, it really makes me want to get my next one now, but I have to wait until I have the funds for it.