I've been thinking of getting some new ink for awhile now, but since most of the others I have planned are going to require at least a few months of preparation, which means I'll not be starting on them till next year; and I don't want to rush into getting something that isn't what I'll keep on me for a long-term basis - as with most other things, I feel no qualms or regrets about zapping off those I don't feel fit me anymore - I've not really had much reason to swing by a studio until recently.
The other tattoo projects I have lined up includes finally getting around to inking my full back-piece, in colour, which is something I've wanted to do, since almost a decade ago, and I've not changed my mind about that, so I guess I'll proceed with it once all the prep is completed. Anyway, I was amused to realise that this little bluebird would be the littlest, and the first of a lot of bird-themed tattoos to come.
I guess it pretty much sums up how my subconscious mind feels about things: I really want to fly. Feeling slightly stifled, so it's probably time to look into moving along into things I love and want to do.
Anyway I already had an idea how my bluebird would look. Initially I saw a more realistic rendering that I was quite taken with, but I quickly realised I would prefer a more sketch-style tattoo. Seems sort of apt for a literature-inspired piece. =)
I started shopping around for artists who could somehow come up with a design that could convey the jumble of ideas I had into something I would be satisfied with, just to find out that Arthur would be in town for a few days. I've been liking his new stuff a lot, especially some of the more sketchy tattoos, so it felt natural that I asked him to design mine.
He found an image of a bluebird which he thought was nice - we both agreed that the look of lively curiosity in its eyes was rather captivating. And thus the ink on my leg was done based on this photo:
"there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
and we sleep together like
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
I think he's beautiful, just like the poem that inspired him. =)