See why they say beauty and art go hand in hand; makeup designs and show stopping hairstyles that will dazzle you.
Tattooing is something that has been going on for almost as long as humans have been on this earth. Yet for some reason, modern day society still considers them mainly taboo. Yes they are growing in popularity, especially with the younger generation however for many older people they are something to be looked down upon. What I don't think that many people realize is that tattoos can actually be a great way to cope and work through things when you struggle with mental health.
There are a few tattoos that people would call the stereotypical tattoo; the tattoo that everyone one has. My first Tattoo, a lot of people might say is a stereotypical one. I’ll admit my first tattoo is not a unique one. A lot of people get a tattoo of the moon and stars, but just because a lot of people have the same kind of tattoo does not mean that they all look the same.
Tattoos have always been a form of therapy to me. Tattoos are a form of art, therapy and show everything that makes you who you are. For me, this is all the same. My tattoos show who I am and what means the most to me. Even the tattoos that seem to mean nothing to you, they mean the absolute world to me.
A VISUAL EXERCISE After viewing the amazing video portraying some stunning works of body art, I would like for you to take a few minutes and imagine that the entire world of art is gone. Like a wave of a magic wand, art has been completely wiped off the face of the planet. Museums and galleries are gone. There are no more paintings on walls just barren partitions dividing rooms. Statues and sculptures are missing from landmarks and there are no more murals within cities. Everything just seems empty without any personality. In addition, music, live theatre and films are a thing of the past. Any and all things embodying art are history. Body art is gone too. This includes: tattoos, piercings, cosmetics, and all alterations or modifications to the human body. Television, radio and books still exist but for informational purposes only. Cell phones also remain but solely for communication. Those cute little emoji’s that everyone loves to send family and love ones are no more! Take a few minutes and imagine your life now as the only remnants left of art are within your memory. Oh, before I forget, while all art is now extinct, there is something weird that has happened to you. You are completely tattooed and now have piercings adorning your nose, eyebrow and lip. Stay tuned because this is about to get interesting.
When Captain Cook landed on the islands of Polynesia he saw tattooed men and women. Some members of his crew were so taken by them that they got tattoos themselves. Thus began the revolution of tattoos throughout Europe. The actual word tattoo derived from the Polynesian word Tatau.
I was born into the body of a girl descended from German and English ancestors. In the 7th grade my best friend was a tall, lanky blonde named Jennifer that every pre-pubescent boy in our class wanted to kiss. I was the stereotypical chubby, but funny, side-kick friend who was always cracking jokes and getting straight A's. My mother used to tell me that I was never going to be a tall, slender woman when I came from a line of stocky, brick houses named Frieda and Helga.
"What's your name? What's your sign? What's your birthday? What's your wrist tattoo bible verse say? Tell me this do you kiss on the first date? Don't hold anything back" - Chris Lane
On October 16, 2020, I finally unlocked the perfect image of what I want to look like. I have successfully transformed my body into a work of art; I am art in motion.
My life has not been the worst, but most certainly not the best. A lot of my issues seem to come from the lack of self confidence, but there are some things about myself that I have not felt insecure about at all where most people would.
When I was 19-years-old, the right half of my thyroid had travelled farther across the country than I ever had. That became one of my favourite weird, macabre icebreakers in university. People would be talking about travel or places they’d been or places they wanted to go, and I would pipe up with my own two cents: “I’ve never left the Maritimes, but half my thyroid’s been to Ontario.”
The yellow glow of a 3:00pm sun filtered through amber leaves and in through the West window of our campus cottage living room. Mac Demarco and King Krule were just two of the artists on our never ending and always extending playlist which we had on low volume to drown out the popping sound of needles going in and out of our skin. A lamp, with a golden hue sat to my left on a wooden side table along with my black ink, a few paper towels, and a little bit of water to wipe away the excess ink as needed. The aroma of our joint burning filled the air as we passed it back and forth to fill our lungs. The faintest hint of burning rose petals, which both smelled and tasted sour also filled the walls of the room. The two of us sat, spines arched on a wooden sofa with blue tweed cushions and a few burn holes. We both should have been reading Nausea by Jean Paul Sarte for our Tutorial in Existentialism the next day, but we figured the process we were putting our bodies through was equally as existential and nauseating so we had decided to take a tattoo study break for a few hours.
I’ve always seen tattoos as being a piece of artwork or a memory that you like to look at so much that you decided to keep it on your body forever. They are like that shirt you thought looked super cool on you in high school, so you decided to wear it over and over again until your mom snuck into your room while you were sleeping to wash the disgusting thing(true story). My generating likes to look at tattoos as a sign of how cool you are. You got your first tattoo and are now branded as the badass in your friend group. I mean yes, tattoos are totally cool, but that doesn’t mean you’re the most interesting person to walk the planet. Anyone over 18 can walk into a tattoo shop, flip through a book, and pick out the cute butterfly tattoo they have always wanted. What’s really special is when you see that piece of artwork and you know there has to be a good backstory behind it. I’m not one to judge your choice of tattoo (unless it’s deserved), my first tattoo when I turned 18 was anchor on my wrist. So cool and unique right? It doesn’t have a backstory or anything cool about it, it was just 18 year old me deciding I wanted to be cool and picked a symbol out that I liked.