Aubrey Beardsley tattoo
Amazingly enough I got my first tattoo about a month ago. I have always loved the history and meaning behind tattoos, and have appreciated them, but never actually thought I would make up my mind and get one done. I am not very good at keeping my mind made up, which is all right when it comes to a lot of different piercings, hairstyles, and bad purchases. This was probably one of the coolest things I have done in my life to date, and it's a great expression of my self-love, and self-expression.
I live in YEG, and got my tattoo at the fantastic Urge II tattoo shop on 107th ave. My friend and personal hero Tasha was my artist. She drew my tattoo up from a file I sent her of the work of the late great Aubrey Beardsley. "The Climax" is the name of my tattoo (google it, his art is worth perusing!) and it is now embedded lovingly into the lower half of my right leg.
It was done in two sessions of about 2.5 hours, and boy was I scared! I was late for my first appointment because I missed my bus, so that added stress to the situation. When I walked in I was immediately relieved, because I got to see the awesome staff working there. They make me feel comfortable and happy every time I walk in, whether I'm getting work done or just hanging out.
Tasha had me sign my skin away, and then began to tell me all I needed to know to get ready, as well as showed me all of her shiny new needles and other tattooing paraphernalia. I was probably eerily calm at the time, trying to focus so hard on not shaking like a leaf. Once the preliminary set up/drawing on my leg was done, I got to sit in the most awkwardly horrendous position for most of the time, so that she could get down to business and dirty that young fresh skin. The feeling from the tattoo gun was bizarre at first, tickly at some points, bone jarringly painful quite often, and numbingly satisfying in the end. There were some points that I became so mentally relaxed and deep in thought that I nearly dozed off. I do stand by my thoughts, though, that the position I sat in was worse than anything else I experienced that day.
The healing process after the first session was smooth. I barely had to do anything other than keep it clean and nice and moist. The piece is a lot of simple line work, so there was very little peeling, and no real pain. It did get itchy though, and good lord is it ever hard to deny your skin the glorious satisfaction of itching a scratch.
Two weeks later I was back in the hot seat to get'r done. It was shading day. I was not even nervous, but excited to see the final product and take it home with me. I knew what was coming, it's was all good, I was prepared.
I firstly made the mistake of not bringing any gum or candy to munch on (which was worth diamonds the first time around, I tell you), and then proceeded to watch my skin drink up the ink (all the while in that lovely half lying, half sitting, all squirming position I mentioned earlier). For me, this was not good. Instead of being able to zone out and go elsewhere in my mind I was RIGHT THERE IN THE MOMENT getting mauled by 10 or more needles in a swirly circular, seemingly endless motion. Ouch. Ouch is as honest as I can get. I handled the pain much better the first time than I did the second. By the time I was completely finished, my body had had more then enough. I felt gnarled like an old dog bone, and limped home with a fat swollen leg and a fist full of vitamin A ointment.
Healing my tattoo this time around also wasn’t traumatic, but a lot more complicated than before. I was instructed to keep it moist, but not too moist. This would certainly cause infection. But, don’t let it dry out – that will just cause it to scab. And we all know that scabs are about the worst thing you can find on a tattoo. I managed to keep it moist (but not too moist) and let no one touch it for a good week and a half. Then, she started to peel and itch. Man oh man, did my leg ever get itchy! But I held back the urge to scratch and it peeled off naturally in its own time. Now, that was a real challenge!
But, this brings me to current day, current time, downtown YEG with a sweet healed tattoo on my leg and an awesome buttload of stories to tell. It was worth every bit of pain, and it's true what they say - after you get your first tattoo the floodgates fly wide open!
submitted by: Kraylee
on: 16 Dec. 2010
in Miscellaneous Tattoos