My story – I’m very similar to most of my readers. I just love the art form of tattoos – ink in skin. There’s no other art form quite like it.
I got my first tattoo somewhat late in life. When I was in my twenties, I walked into a shop for a tattoo and I was nervous as hell. In those days (this was the late seventies) shops were still intimidating and unfriendly. The staff acted aloof and indifferent and I lost my nerve and walked out.
It was about 15 years later that I got my first of many tattoos. My adult daughter recommended a great shop in downtown Albany – Lark Tattoo. Not only did they have talented artists, they were friendly and professional.
At one point, I learned how to tattoo from an artist located only a couple miles from where I lived. I’d go over after work and work on volunteers – for a few months. After I trained, I tattooed out of my home usually on my friends and my kids friends. Yeah, I know some people hate scratchers but it was the only way I could do it at the time.
But I never got comfortable with tattooing. I did OK but never got good. My skill level just never seemed to go anywhere. I never got comfortable with working on skin. I finally came to the realization that it just wasn’t for me.
Now I still go to a tattoo convention here and there and read the tattoo magazines and find stories on the internet.
I hope you enjoy my blog.