i love coming up with different stories depending on whoās asking, what mood iām in, how much time i have to explain. but lately, iāve totally started copping out and saying āitās personalā every time the topic comes up. admitting to getting something so permanent on your body ājust causeā š¤Ŗ feels daunting, especially when most peoplesā reason for never getting a tattoo is that they canāt decide what would be important or visually pleasing enough to have on them at all times.
now, this indifference towards my silly ink has made me doubt or even dislike some of it and iām not about that! at all!! my interests have always been in a state of flux but iāve also always gotten so much joy from self expression and all my pointless tattoos are markers of times when that joy was there, or when i was searching for it.
so as practice, hereās a short intro to my latest ink š¤ i got it on a whim in argentina from an artist a friend recommended. itās a little streetlight on my leg and while, objectively, it means nada to me, it represents this trip where i grew closer to my friends by seeing them through the lens of their culture, the life of a friend that was lost while i was here, a person that i met that helped me grieve and made me uncover parts of me i had been caging for some time. tomorrow it might be in honor of remy, the sweet-sweet kitty that weighted-blanketed me through the whole session. either way, iām cool with it.