Instead of real work lately, I've been sketching--badly--a few tattoo ideas. I've had one in my head for at least 10 years, but lacking the skills to draw it out, I've left it simmering in my brain. I knew that once I found the right artist I would be able adequately articulate what I wanted, and the end result would be a kick ass tattoo.
I found the right artist over a year ago but still haven't made a consult appointment; he's in San Francisco and a few times a year heads home to Vancouver to work there, and every time I've thought to make the appointment, he's not here. Well, that and I just haven't asked anyone to make the actual call for me.
While he was in Vancouver the last couple of weeks I picked up a sketch pad and pens, because poorly or not, I like to scribble. The worst thing that could happen? I'd draw a stick figure tiger, crumple the paper up, and then toss it out. I looked at pictures of tigers online, then sat down to sketch out what I'd had in my brain for years.
|Go ahead and laugh. I sure as hell did.|
|Okay, don't laugh at this one. This one makes me weepy.|