My First Tattoo

I made up my mind but have not come back. When we entered the parking lot, I noticed that the importance of the building was compared with the pain in it. In addition, when I got into a car, I already decided my destiny. "Life Art", the only purpose of creating a wonderfully attractive name is to invite PATRONS to PAIN. With deep breath encouraging my companion and some moral support, I entered the front door of TATOO PARLOR.

When I was fifteen, I got my first tatto. A friend made a prison tattoo gun with a toy track motor, a big penholder, a toothbrush and a guitar string. The iron cross he was wearing on my arm was terrible. At that time, it was not difficult for a 16-year-old child to enter a bicycle tattoo shop to hide bad tattoos. There is a lion head flash tattoo on the wall. Tattoos are becoming obsessive. Before I was eighteen, I had six people. My first head tattoo was a small Thunderbird flash design. I think it represents my native tradition. My next head tattoo is a very big gargoyle covering behind my skull (shouting to St.Marq).

Now I know what I want tattoos, and what I need is just the meaning behind tattoos and tattoo designs. About a year ago I got my first tattoo and went back to Bloomington which is the average house and had a winter vacation. When I was there I went to visit some of my best friends I've ever had. No matter what happens between us, these are my best friends. During this period of my life, I was wearing a white bracelet. There is no meaning behind the bracelet, I like the fact that I found it, how it looks, and someday I start to wear it. When I went out with a friend, my friend Sam Fitch confirmed the bracelet and said, "What is it, why are you wearing it?" Explain it. So I said, "There is no reason, I like to wear it!" Sam replied: "No, really, why are you wearing it? What is behind that? ? "

Next is tattoo teaching. Now I do not have the best to go to school, but after the first year, I have shared a few more stories about tattoos. The panel discussion on the nature of one of my tattoos has actually become the subject of a weekly Social Research Unit. My latest tattoo on my right forearm has become the theme of last spring 's art lesson. Yes, I teach art classes with my own tattoo. It took me four years to be a teacher in front of my colleagues and students. I hope that stories like me will help future teachers to complete the transition sooner. Even more importantly, I hope that what I am in front of my students helps to eliminate the stereotypes society is trying to teach them.