Black Work on my Hand?!
And here we are...the day of reckoning. There's so much to say but I don't think there are enough words in all the languages I know to even begin to express all that I feel. Long story short and a tale as old as time. Person fell in love with person. Person broke other person's heart and soul into million pieces. A life falls apart.
And I needed a cover up to begin the emotional healing that I'm in desperate need of. With the black lettering already on my hand and how dark and deep it was solid black was the only way I'd be able to cover it over. I was asked about laser removal, but it doesn't always remove the ink, can leave scars and it looking worse than before, and I always liked the look and idea of blackwork. Perfect oppertunity to experiment. After all, my body is already a mess of experiments, scars, bad tattoos, memories and more.
I headed into a tattoo shop and told the guy behind the counter what I wanted done and he was a little surprised, but he agreed to do it after I told him I understand the risk, healing and that once its been blacked over, there will be no going back. (Except with perhaps extensive laser removal.) I took one last look at my hand before turning it over to be inked over.
Its been hard to type this as my hand is a teeny bit swollen and sore from all the trauma its suffered, but I really wanted to get this out here.
If anyone has any questions on blackwork, hand tattoos, healing etc, do feel free to leave a comment below and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
I wanted to capture this moment in pieces so I'd have a kick ass reminder of the entire process. Its still a bit surreal, really. I'd thought about the blackwork coverup for a while now and to actually get it done and see it-WOW. I know I'll get used to it soon! Its just like anything else thats new in life really, takes a bit of getting used to. Its not often seen, so I'm going to relish how it looks for many years to come and soon it will just fade into being another part of me just like all my other tattoos and piercings.
As Nick began inking over the date all kinds of emotions rushed through me. Memories rapid fired through my veins and left my mouth dry. As soon as the needle hit the right side of my hand, only one thing could be heard echoing through me. "I'm free." He cleanly outlined the area that we were covering over before starting on the shading. My hand was almost numb as the needles hammered over and over again into my flesh. Sorrow, regret, happiness and joy-how I felt all these things at once and didn't explode, I'll never know. He started off slowly and picked up the pace as he fell into his tattooing groove. The soreness that spread through the top of my hand was a mere pinprick compared to the pain the memories the tattoos brought back. My trust was violated, so I only felt it fitting to cover up the letters of "trust" that I had gotten done on my knuckles 4 years earlier. Now, I can look back and laugh on how drastically life has changed in 4 years. I'd never have believed I was in this spot. And now with me I can take painful lessons across the world as I continue this journey. It was a day of monumental healing and learning-as certain people revealed their true colours to me and I wasn't blinded by the grasps of my BDP and was able to stand up for myself in ways I'd only ever thought about. I don't need people who are unsupportive of my feelings and thoughts-nor do I need their own whore-laden desires to colour their thoughts and opinions. It really doesn't matter now.
And I needed a cover up to begin the emotional healing that I'm in desperate need of. With the black lettering already on my hand and how dark and deep it was solid black was the only way I'd be able to cover it over. I was asked about laser removal, but it doesn't always remove the ink, can leave scars and it looking worse than before, and I always liked the look and idea of blackwork. Perfect oppertunity to experiment. After all, my body is already a mess of experiments, scars, bad tattoos, memories and more.
I headed into a tattoo shop and told the guy behind the counter what I wanted done and he was a little surprised, but he agreed to do it after I told him I understand the risk, healing and that once its been blacked over, there will be no going back. (Except with perhaps extensive laser removal.) I took one last look at my hand before turning it over to be inked over.
If anyone has any questions on blackwork, hand tattoos, healing etc, do feel free to leave a comment below and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
I wanted to capture this moment in pieces so I'd have a kick ass reminder of the entire process. Its still a bit surreal, really. I'd thought about the blackwork coverup for a while now and to actually get it done and see it-WOW. I know I'll get used to it soon! Its just like anything else thats new in life really, takes a bit of getting used to. Its not often seen, so I'm going to relish how it looks for many years to come and soon it will just fade into being another part of me just like all my other tattoos and piercings.
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