As I've mentioned in other posts, tatoos aren't my thing. Sometimes I enjoy seeing other people's "tats", but I have never had any inclination to "get inked" myself.
Perhaps I still hold, on some level, the attitudes I was inculcated with: that only sailors, Harley riders and other rough-and-tumble characters get themselves tatooed. If so, I don't know whether, let alone how or when, I'll change.
But if I were going to use a part of my body as a "canvas", if you will, I might consider this:
This image, etched and painted in the King of Ink tatoo studio of Ankara, Turkey, depicts the late, great Miles Davis as the denizens of then-Bohemian Greenwich Village remember him: astride his bicycle, peering through his huge spectacles. Even if he didn't wear such distinctive outfits (never the same one more than once, according to people who recall him), he would have been a memorable sight on his bike.
Still, it's hard to imagine that the sight of him was more memorable than his music!
Perhaps I still hold, on some level, the attitudes I was inculcated with: that only sailors, Harley riders and other rough-and-tumble characters get themselves tatooed. If so, I don't know whether, let alone how or when, I'll change.
But if I were going to use a part of my body as a "canvas", if you will, I might consider this:
This image, etched and painted in the King of Ink tatoo studio of Ankara, Turkey, depicts the late, great Miles Davis as the denizens of then-Bohemian Greenwich Village remember him: astride his bicycle, peering through his huge spectacles. Even if he didn't wear such distinctive outfits (never the same one more than once, according to people who recall him), he would have been a memorable sight on his bike.
Still, it's hard to imagine that the sight of him was more memorable than his music!
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