I've been thinking about getting a scarification for quite some time, but life being what it is, things never seemed to gel. At long last, late this August everything seemed to come together - a driving force, an artistic inspiration, and an artist -Keith Alexander of Modern American BodyArts in NYC.
I talked with some trusted friends, just to further solidify my ideas, and get a sense of how the public would react. On the whole, they were quite positive - with the majority stating that though it wasn't for them , that if I felt strongly about it, I should go for it. So I did.
I began emailing Keith around Labor Day (I live outside of Philadelphia, and the shop is about an hour and half plus subway time from my home). After a few weeks, I made an appointment to discuss the art that I had designed.
The date arrived. I had been forced to schedule a doctor's appointment for that morning the week before, and I was worried about that, as well as the fact that it was putting a strain on my time schedule. The morning appointment went well, except for the unexpected requirement of an EKG, further stressing my time. (although the reaction of the nurse to my pierced nipples was rather amusing)
Well, all was well. After lunch with my father, I hopped on a train and
headed towards NYC. Both the train and subway rides were uneventful,
although I was running late.
I arrive at the shop an hour late. After introducing myself, and apologizing, we start to discuss my design - a simplification of the DNA double helix. After a few moments, he states that he can do the cutting then. Well, I was short my camera, and my partners in crime, who wanted to be there for the big occasion, but NYC is hike for me, and time off from work is a precious commodity, so I jumped on the chance.
He starts to set up, and I start to bring my stress level down from the top floor, which was remarkably easy...After the initial stages, he freehanded the design on my back, and with my ok, we started the scarification.
I must say, it was one of the oddest sensations. It hardly hurt at
all, but I could feel the blade moving across/through my skin. Still
haven't found the words to describe it properly.
It went quickly...more so than I expected. Mopped up, bloodprints made, and bandaged. Much to my surprise, I wasn't lightheaded, just pleasantly buzzed, and no longer stressed. We chatted for a while, but I had to catch my train in order to retrieve my car from the parking lot....I've been elated since then...
Things are healing nicely, and everyone I've shown thinks that it's lovely, even some of my very straight-laced co-workers. I'm extraordinarily happy, and I'd definitlely recommend the shop to any of my friends....
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 15 Dec. 1998