Flowers in December

It’s almost 1:30 am - 12 hours before the needles begin to dance upon my skin. Color will stream and soon a vision will appear…I will have a hard time sleeping tonight as it’s a bit like a child who might be going to Wonderland come morning…how sweet it is. It started with a simple thought, then meaning found its way to understanding as to why I am drawn so deeply to the symbolism of what will soon become art upon my wrist. Each tat I get is special to me for a reason only I sometimes can understand but that’s cool because it is my rendition of art, my body just a canvas of what appeals to me. My mother hates when I get tattoos because she wants her daughter to remain unmarked by the needles and I can understand her thoughts as my oldest daughter wanted to do all kinds of things to herself, piercings, tats but truth is I told her when she turned 18 it was her body to do with what she wanted. I remember the feeling my mother had and confess I held it too for my own children but at the same time I never stopped them from being who they are I just asked them to wait until they were old enough to understand what they were doing. Not that kids these days don’t have an understanding of what they want in life but just give it a bit of time - think it over - especially if it will be with you for a lifetime. That is why when I get a tat I start off with an image dancing around in my head, it means something but I’m not fully aware so I let the picture form itself into what it truly is. I carry some similar artwork to the art man Tom and I tell him what I see in my minds eye - he begins to draw the imagery I explained like magic and that is when I know it’s time. It’s right - it’s something I will understand, something I will cherish, something that means enough to me to wear it forever upon me. I am so excited for the hours to tick down - I’m getting tattooed at 1:30 pm - 12 hours and the pain will begin but the outcome will be the artwork that danced in my head for only me to see…I’ll show you the tat when it’s done and I wonder will you understand it’s meaning as I embrace it. Good night…..

Sweetest Dark Dreams…

Kristy