Tag Archives: Getting Tattooed
One of these days I might actually be done with a tattoo on myself…
I’m gonna sing the Doom Song now.
I recorded a video of myself yesterday. Actually, the Husbear recorded it.
This is what happens when I have a slow moment at the tattoo studio. Which is actually a rare thing to have happen.
I still have some shading to do and the coloration in the body, but this is what I was able to get done before a client walked into the studio for a tattoo:
It’s GIR. Wearing the Fourth Doctor’s scarf.
Maybe I should blog about my reasons for those choices?
Until next time...
Decadent Devil Rubber Ducky
So, tonight I did something for myself at the tattoo studio. I spent two hours doing this to myself:
Say hello to my little ducky… (click to see it on flickr)
Yes. I said to myself. I’m only a little crazy.
I still have to do the color work on myself as a duck, but I’ll have to wait until the kink in my back and my knee straitens out. I’m just not as bendy as I used to be.
I’ve not always had a thing for rubber duckys, but for the last few years I’ve started to collect them for some odd reason, and clients have brought them to me thinking I collect them. So the ducky seemed appropriate. He’s on the same leg as my DNA helix, so I’m sure eventually I’ll have a sock incorporating the two and other “relics” of my childhood that I will feel the need to tattoo upon myself.
Until next time...