Just like Jesus, I got nailed. But repeatedly. With a small needle. And I got it on Maundy Thursday instead.
Yup, my tattoo happened yesterday.
Shane Wallin was my artist. He’s inked Kyle before, as well as some other people in the cities whom I’ve met. He’s good.
This is me at the start of the process (photos taken by Kyle, who was kind enough to sit and chat with me during).
Yup, I sorta remembered and sorta forgot how ouchy the tattooing process is. It’s like being scraped with a rose thorn. Over. And over. And over again. Some areas are “oooo, that’s not nice!” And make your body tense. While other areas are just more annoying than painful.
Up near the elbow pit– that’s a more hurty location.
I should have taken a selfie during, but I was really focusing on breathing and not moving. I wanted to be a good, completely immobile canvas. And I was.
The entire process took about 2 solid hours, so not bad all things considered. My other tats took 3 and 3.5.
Here it is freshly completed:
Looks pretty good, huh?
And here is a snap shot from this morning after my shower:
My two kitties!!
The first shower and tattoo cleaning is, um, not comfortable. But it wasn’t as bad as I remembered. And now my arm just feels a bit like a bad sunburn.
I can’t wait for it to heal so I can display it! I think it’s kind of B.A.
Oh, and PS– the lion is made of text and it is a Rumi quote: remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.;