Tattoo Talk Thursdays: ONLY GOLDEN FUDGE ME
I've got a tattoo that looks like something that it's not.
It's not an anagram tattoo. It's just a regular tattoo but looked
at in a certain way, appears to be saying something completely different.
After a realisation about life and faith and all that jizz, I find myself drawn
to the alternate phrase people think they're seeing. It's always been hilarious to
me, so now I've decided to share it with you guys.
You see here it looks like
"Only God Can Judge Me"
with a little curly filigree bit at the bottom.
"Only God Can Judge Me"
with a little curly filigree bit at the bottom.
I dunno why I added that I guess I wanted something extra.
And interestingly enough you see what my real priorities are because
And interestingly enough you see what my real priorities are because
right under it, I have Jack the Ripper's signature of the 'Dear Boss Letter'.
Always interesting.
But this girl I knew looked over at it once and was like, "What does your tattoo say?" And I replied, "Only God Can Judge Me." She started laughing hysterically and I was perplexed. "What?!" After a few moments, she was able to control herself and she said, "I thought it said "Only Golden Fudge Me. Like it was some kind of kinky sex thing you're into. I thought it was maybe a code to let people know you only like golden dildos up the ass." I almost choked to death on the pizza I was eating. "Jesus!" Then I looked down at the tattoo and saw her point. It did kind of look like it said that.
It was easier to read when I first got it done. It was lined really thickly and over time, it's blurred a bit. It's only 5 years old, 4...maybe 5? Well, not long and it's already sort of a mess on my arm. It doesn't matter. I thought about maybe having it fixed, using little white highlights/linework to make the text a little easier to read, but then I decided against it. What's the point? I don't even believe in God anymore. I'm going to cover it up somehow. I've already been talking cover-ups with a tattooist friend of mine. We were talking ink and all that and once again I got the question, "With your drawings, why don't you get into tattooing? They're amazing!" I showed him some of my portrait work of Dan Howell and he was blown away by the shading, the little details and the proportions of each of the pieces. I told him that they're all compositions. It's about knowing spatial relations and being able to see something in your head, but being flexible so that you can change the flow if somethings not looking right. Perceptions are so important in art. For me, it's not enough just to draw something; I want to capture, emotion, create a story and make something wholly beautiful and captivating.
So then, until I cover up the tattoo, whenever the fuck that is, whenever anyone asks me what the tattoo says I will reply with, "Only golden fudge me" and walk away, leaving them to wonder what the hell it means. I'm not even sure what I want that to mean, but I like the sound of it. Maybe I'll do a cookbook and call it that. Who knows?
But this girl I knew looked over at it once and was like, "What does your tattoo say?" And I replied, "Only God Can Judge Me." She started laughing hysterically and I was perplexed. "What?!" After a few moments, she was able to control herself and she said, "I thought it said "Only Golden Fudge Me. Like it was some kind of kinky sex thing you're into. I thought it was maybe a code to let people know you only like golden dildos up the ass." I almost choked to death on the pizza I was eating. "Jesus!" Then I looked down at the tattoo and saw her point. It did kind of look like it said that.
It was easier to read when I first got it done. It was lined really thickly and over time, it's blurred a bit. It's only 5 years old, 4...maybe 5? Well, not long and it's already sort of a mess on my arm. It doesn't matter. I thought about maybe having it fixed, using little white highlights/linework to make the text a little easier to read, but then I decided against it. What's the point? I don't even believe in God anymore. I'm going to cover it up somehow. I've already been talking cover-ups with a tattooist friend of mine. We were talking ink and all that and once again I got the question, "With your drawings, why don't you get into tattooing? They're amazing!" I showed him some of my portrait work of Dan Howell and he was blown away by the shading, the little details and the proportions of each of the pieces. I told him that they're all compositions. It's about knowing spatial relations and being able to see something in your head, but being flexible so that you can change the flow if somethings not looking right. Perceptions are so important in art. For me, it's not enough just to draw something; I want to capture, emotion, create a story and make something wholly beautiful and captivating.
So then, until I cover up the tattoo, whenever the fuck that is, whenever anyone asks me what the tattoo says I will reply with, "Only golden fudge me" and walk away, leaving them to wonder what the hell it means. I'm not even sure what I want that to mean, but I like the sound of it. Maybe I'll do a cookbook and call it that. Who knows?
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