It’s funny, I don’t really think of myself as tattooed but this is how I am at this moment in time and it feels right for right now.
I was living in London studying and my mother came and visited me. She left me a card which started with “Darling girl” and said how proud she was of me and my life choices. It was very special to me and she has such lovely handwriting I knew I wanted to keep it with me it but the thing was my mother hates tattoos. Getting this special piece of her tattooed on me, although it is a little ironic, was me expressing the fact that I continue to make my own decisions. I certainly did it with love. I hope she has forgiven me.
I was desperate to get a tattoo by the artist Lucid Lines. I love her work. She was only doing flash sales and they were always booked out really quickly.
The first time I tried I got an appointment I was logging onto my bank to pay for the session and someone else grabbed it from me.
Now I understood the rules. I set an alarm for when the next flash sale went live and I was on it. I got my appointment. When I went to the studio she had all the work she was doing that day and I immediately chose the hand. I don’t really know why I chose it, but I love it.
Monty was pretty awful to everyone except me. He was an all black cat with serious attitude. I really wanted to get a tattoo of my cat Monty. I felt like he and I were soulmates and I wanted him to be with me always. I was in New York City and had heard fabulous things about the West 4 studio. The tattoo artist and I discussed how we could do justice to an all black cat so we worked from photos I had and used his outline and it captures him beautifully.