A few months ago, after my husband had an amazing portrait of our youngest son tattooed on his forearm by an artist in Louisville, I decided that I had finally (after debating getting a tattoo for about 15 years) found a tattoo artist that I could trust for my own tattoo. When Chris and I met for my consult, I gave him my favorite quote as direction for a back piece:
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
We talked about photography, art, composition, and movement; how to place art on a body to follow the flow of the skeleton versus the muscles so that it will always look the way he intended; and the constant dance between strong masculine art and the gracefulness of femininity. He either had a great poker face, or we were having a great conversation in my book. Ha.
I’d say it was a great conversation, since out of that experience came an awesome photoshoot. Meet the crew.
In an homage to one of the greatest movies of all time, there they are. And if you can’t name the movie, you might not be worthy.
And finally, the pic that sums up these crazy cats precisely…
Thanks for an awesome morning, Junkyard Ink. You guys rule in a totally East meets West sorta way.