Wheel of Color

 

About a week ago I had this brilliant idea.  I love to make things, but I suck at color, so wouldn’t it be handy to have a color wheel tattooed on my arm?  The instant I thought it, it “stuck”.  I knew this was the thing that had to be my second tattoo.  I wrote my friend Anna, who has amazing work, and asked her for a rec.  She sent me to the personable and talented Joe Bass.  I went in for a consult, and Joe quickly became one of my favorite people.  Even if I’d hated his work and walked away, I would have been glad to meet him, because he’s just one of those people who makes your life richer.

A week later, I was on the bench.  For five hours.  Now Joe, he was fine.  He could have gone all night and finished this puppy, no problem.  Me, I admit I reached the end of my endurance, but I think I did okay having my flesh needle-felted for that long.  My first tat, probably because it’s a tiny thing, hardly hurt.  This one?  Oh yeah, there was a great stinging for some of it.

I’m about halfway there, and go in again on the 27th.  I can’t wait.  I keep staring at my arm.  From a distance, it looks like I’m wearing a piece of Victorian jewelry.  I’m in love with this thing.  Some stuff I learned about me and tattoos:

  • Though I took my Kindle, I read all of two pages.  I’d rather watch Joe work than read.
  • Long tat sessions are exhausting.
  • Roy Orbison isn’t so bad after all.

1 Responses to Wheel of Color

  1. Cheryll Dale says:

    Wow! it looks fantastic, so far! Can’t wait to see the finished product…

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