My sister in law Joann loved butterflies. Of any shape, color or description - she just loved them. In fact, when she passed, and my brother in law went outside, he sat at a table and a butterfly landed on the table next to him - and sat there for a while. When my father in law passed, the hospital put a sign on the room door to let everyone on the staff know what had happened - and the sign was of butterflies.
So butterflies remind me of Joann, I guess is what I'm trying to say.
I have a three inch scar on my arm from a Stage II melanoma excision and it's always bugged me. I wanted to get a tattoo to cover it, but really didn't know what to get.I went ahead and made an appointment with my favorite tattoo artist - he's done two small pieces for me - several months ago, and Friday was the day.
I really didn't know what I wanted. I had some pictures for reference and knew I wanted a butterfly and red poppies - for remembrance - but otherwise, I didn't really know. In fact, I didn't even know if I'd keep the appointment. I really wasn't in a very good place - AND I had come down with a cold. So I was really feeling terrible.
But I went in anyway. And T drew this. The different colored sharpies add dimension and show depth - he's a master colorist, has won tons of conventions and is really widely known and respected, so I have total confidence in his work.
I have big arms.
And then we started.
Halfway through, the outline mostly finished.
And here we stopped. Truly, I'd reached the end of my pain tolerance, and there was another client ready - and I don't know when I'll get back - my next scheduled appt isn't for a while, but he's going to try to get me in earlier, as he hates to have unfinished work walking around. He started from the bottom, so that, when I wear short sleeve shirts, it looks like I've had work done. The butterfly will be teal and purple and the flowers will be red.
I already love it.