Showing posts from April, 2013

A nude pre-Raphaelite woman

It's hard to spot here but there is quite a lot of green in the skin colour, but the angry skin is inflamed enough to make it all look very red.  In two to three weeks I'll get a much better idea of how it will appear.  Looking promising though.   While all this was going on, Stu was giving me a lecture on northern mods and Northern Soul.    He has a book with the history of the Manchester Club that spawned it all.  I had to read some of it while Ben was buzzing away.

Brain tumour tattoo inspiration

  I encountered the rather lovely Emma whilst capaigning for the local elections in Clifton Village in Bristol.  I asked her as I asked everyone else if she was from the immediate locality and she said no.  But her sleeve attracted my attention.  After I gave her a glimpse of my extensive coverage, she talked about how she wants to get lots more work on her body but is afraid to do so for fear that her mother would disinherit her.  Emma, as you can see, is not a child, and I reminded her of that and encouraged her to get on with realising her dreams.  Then I admitted that my parents both died without knowing I had any tattoos. What gave Emma the courage to get such a large piece of work was a brain tumour.  Obviously she recovered and afterwards she thought, life's too short.  I can't put this off, so instead of going small, as she had before, she went large. I hope she does find the courage to do what her heart is telling her.  Her sleeve was inked in Worcester.

Tattoos are about transformation

  Both these photos are of me.  Fairly but not blindingly obvious.  On the left my beard is quite bushy and my newly tattooed flower ring around my neck is clearly visible. On the right is my theatre photo taken for a play I was in last February (The colonel in John Osborne's Look Back in Anger).  Only my moustache remained and with the help of the right clothing and a crevat a very conservative vision of the same person emerges. I have long warned people that while it is human nature to judge people by appearances and we do this within seconds not minutes, I at least am someone capable of fooling you.  If you met the "me" left or the "me" right, how different how those two judgements might be of me.