Sunday, November 10

BODYSHOP

i redid a real bummer of a tattoo yesterday.
like, it came in like a bad news buffet,
but we did what we could to undo the doo-doo.
and after a while, it started to look like something much better.
check it:

i think it started as old tony c flash?
it definitely began the day as a genuine failure of execution.
i dug in and got down and zapped it up as per my client's request.
and at the end of it, i think we fixed it up pretty well.
is it the world's best tattoo?
it is not.
but it's a damn sight better than it was before,
and sometimes, that's the best you can hope for.
blown-out outlines that sorta looked like shading,
and some body parts that weren't ever found in anatomy ever before?
we don't want that, man.
so, now we're here.
and i think we can both live with that.
if it'd been a fresh start, without the blackened and blurry past putting pressure on us
maybe it's be a genuine all-original masterpiece....
that's literally what's wrong with every minute of my life-
there's tainted history underpainting all my pictures.
damn.
that's real talk.
it won't be as bad as it was, but i may never be fresh and clean.
great;
neverquietneversoft.....

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