Body Art - Tattoos

by Inthu Parameswaran 20 days ago in body

Stories using visual effects.

Body Art - Tattoos

Guilty.

I am one of those individuals who proudly walked into a Tattoo shop and had asked a professionally trained, passionately entertaining tattoo artist to permanently engrave art onto my body. My robotically functioning skinned body. I have a few different pieces. I can’t say I don’t enjoy going to my favorite Tattoo shop a couple of times every so often and in my ever so passing days because I do enjoy the thrill, the emotions and physical aspects of even getting a tattoo done. A few of my already existing tattoos are larger than the others, some with words and others without. I have a vividly drawn portrait of an animal that now fills up the blank canvas I once had on my left forearm and most definitely do they all have hidden stories behind their creative capture. I believe tattoos can create a game of ‘Decode what you see,’ easily and start a very interesting conversation. I mean the naked eye is a powerful tool of ours and any visual image can have an eye guessing for seconds on end. Let’s not take our eyesight for granted right.

I wouldn't say it's a matter of knowing what you want or where you want to have the artwork placed on your gorgeous body. I mean, believe me, the answers to these questions should come to you easily and if they don’t, then that's when the tattoo artist can assist you in bringing your interest for tattoos to life. One should probably assist you or would want to assist you. The professionally, self chosen, artistic individual is there to get you a tattoo, it is a game changer to it's own extent after all. One way an artist can provide their skills, expertise or essentially their help is by visually sketching your interest, your want/need for this design, the tattoo, on to paper and then directly on to your body. Always be prepared, educated and ready if you want any new tattoo yourself!

I, personally, believe it comes down to a matter of achieving a level of 'satisfying justice' with what you wanted and where it now can possibly be spotted. Was that difficult to understand? I’ll try my best to explain. If we break the phrase “satisfying justice” down into the two words as they are spaced apart and written; satisfying as in making peace with what’s done is done and justice, as in being able to explain what you did just in case someone has the courage to use their mouth, another wonderful tool of ours, to verbally refer to it, to you.

Tattoos are essentially visual effects. Can you justify what you will now put onto your existence that visually defines you as who you may be living on planet Earth forever? What are you speaking in volumes silently with this particular artwork? I'm almost certain, you may be judged by some and if you’re lucky, commented by brave souls to give you some sort of feedback on what’s that you got there on your body. What you instantly present as a possible answer to the real question - what character, or description, self image are you presenting in another's thoughts at their one of many first glances in your way? Also, in other thoughtfully put together words - view, sight, attraction, a feeling of some sort that this person cannot deny if they allowed themselves to dwell on you and your visible art for a bit. Its common sense but thinking about the impact a moment in time that’s forever imprinted on you can do to your life and to someone else’s is where I find great interest, pleasant pleasure. It blows my mind.

Growing up, I told myself to always get a phoenix tattoo. The bird fascinated me to say the least, as did tattoos. I looked up the definition of a phoenix a long time ago and it was somewhat described in a written context as a fictional bird that regenerates or is otherwise born again and again when it feels defeat or has fallen. Nothing can stop a phoenix from living even in burning, flaming fiery ashes; it still breathes to rise again. Kind of like the storm before the calm. The heavy waves before the settle. The pain before the gain. The burn before the reveal of what’s left and in this case still a phoenix that 1., no one can deny is amazing cause it’s a flying bird. 2., it’s a made up creature so really anyone can tell any story about it but will have to stick to the somewhat written basic facts about what a phoenix is and 3., it’s always colored on it’s own, beautifully. Surprisingly, it was not the first tattoo I got, but it is the bold picture of an animal that made it’s forever home on my forearm. I chose to have it inked in black and white as I chose to do with my other tattoos except for a rose I have on my chest. A colored ink tattoo of a phoenix would define its meaning too specifically and I really don't mess with colors. Plus, it's been said color inked tattoos fade faster than black and white inked tattoos.

My first tattoo was the world ‘Believe,’ written on my back-right side shoulder with a lotus flower attached to it as representation for my first born niece in my born into family. She is eleven now but when she was about three years old, she left me a very weird, astonishing voice message that was played back at the perfectly timed moment. I was having a rough day and she had called to say my name and to say, “I believe in you.” I have no idea what Disney movie she picked that up from right then or why this sweet child asked her mother to speak to me, but this little angel would be mouthing the whole entire script to Rio when we used to watch movies in my queen-sized bed, living together in one big home. So, I decided to pick up a friend from a very far long distant ride and travel even further to find a little shop that would ink my idea immediately. It’s how badly I wanted to wash away any pain I was feeling on that day and to be honest, I have no regrets. My niece essentially fed me the positivity I needed in that moment to get up and do something and boy did I do something about it. I now have a story to tell. Funny enough, I have another story that has to do with the same tattoo. I promise this story was comical to me.

My culturally raised parents are not ones to be fond of tattoos. They are amazing, humble parents but they have their own set of rules and while I was living in their house, I was not supposed to have tattoos. It just represented a wild child and I was allowed to be rebellious, but not publicly presented as uncontrollable. Well, I was changing one day, and my mother had knocked on the door and what she had to say just couldn’t wait two seconds longer for me to pull down my shirt that she opened the door and saw me standing there half naked. I turned around to provide more coverage, protection on my exposed upper half of my body and had completely forgot about the freshly inked tattoo that I now had on my back. She saw it and of course as a result I got schooled on her viewpoints about what she thinks about tattoos and the whole time I was just thinking, I should have just remained still and could have gotten her embarrassed for opening the closed door to my room so suddenly instead. Even though she did knock you readers, it was just way too fast of a chain of quick reactions in a very short period of time.

Tattoos are fun. They are essentially art that tell stories and I do believe having them is a creative way to express one’s self. It's a story nonetheless. A gateway to a piece of you. A picture, a visual effect, a conversational topic about what it means to you, who you are with it, a tattoo.

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Inthu Parameswaran
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