For every city I live in, I like to get at least one new tattoo, something that sums up my thoughts of the previous year or a general philosophy that encompasses my experiences (both physical and mental).
Today, I got my newest one.
The year in San Francisco and my time here in Chicago really has been a lot about surviving hard times. The economic turmoil that’s hit this country seriously threatened to derail my whole dream, and there have been numerous times in the past 18 months that I thought I might not be able to pay my rent, forget actually making it to my next city. But I have survived, and I remain steadfast in my ambitions.
Here are the rest of my tats, in order of inking:
By the end, I hope to have my whole chest covered in words, all telling my story…
3 thoughts on “Body Poetry”
zzzexy. You should be buried bare-chested. At your viewing people can walk by and read you.
you have great tats.
I like it. I have friend who’s doing something similar, but its all full literary quotes.
I’ve heard of someone doing this before, and there was so much backlash to him of people saying it was ugly and that in 20 years the words would be melded together. I disagree, its beautiful.
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