November 6th, I started the artwork on my arm with an outline to set the precedence of what was emerging.  I discovered it wasn’t just a forearm tattoo but a transformation that was actually taking place.  Be it a step in the formation of the new me or just the me that has been forth-coming to the surface for sometime now.  I am finding that with each new accomplishment of this transformation, significant or not, the effects are astounding; each in their own way.

For now, I can close the book on this piece of artwork.  The color has been filled in with some minor touch-ups that need to proceed but for now, it will be left alone to thrive within my veins.

People ask me that annoying question:  “Does it symbolize anything or hold any meaning for you?”  I usually smile and say that it is not the items within the tattoo that mean anything it is the representation of the entire piece that holds meaning.

Body artwork holds something you can’t physically hold in your hand, a time, a memory, a nightmare, even hopes and dreams.

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