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I’m a pretty sensitive person; and for years people have been telling me that I “wear my heart on my sleeve” I HATE that phrase; so I decided to draw something I thought was beautiful and wear my ART on my sleeve instead.
My cousin, a tattoo artist in Atlanta was in town for a few days and I knew it was my time to get this tattoo done. I sat in a chair on his sisters balcony and once the outline was done it all became REAL. His hands were steady as the pain from the needle pulsated up my neck, but I was determined not to cry. “The one thing I love about tattoos—”, said my cousin; who is literally tattoo’d head to toe…..HEAD….to toe “—is that you EARN it. And you’re definitely about to EARN this tattoo” I channeled all of my energy into focusing on all the people that have called me “weak” over the years; and how proud my tatted up cousin would be of me if I didn’t shed a tear.
My cousin was killed a month after he gave me this tattoo. And I thank God every day that I have a constant reminder of him and his passion, his talent, his life with me forever. I know I’m not the prettiest, edgiest looking girl, but I see this blog as a blog for a love of the ART of tattoos. And this picture captures this exact moment that my cousin made me fall in love with them.
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