This the third part of a series about the stories behind my tattoos. You can read about the matchbox here and the rose here. In this post, I'm going to be explaining my biggest, most dramatic tattoo; the crow which covers most of my thigh.
In response to the most common questions: yes, it did hurt, and no, I won't regret it. That sounds like a naive statement, but it has become integral to my baseline concept of my appearance. While other people may see it as an addition to my body, for me it is a part.
I decided that I wanted a tattoo of a crow years before I was old enough to actually get it. As a young child, I believed I had a guardian crow called Blackie. Wherever I went, I would pick out a particular bird, with a conviction that it was him. The story stuck around for years and even as a teenager, I still found myself looking for Blackie out of habit.
So, this tattoo is a reminder of my childhood, a way of holding onto that sense of safety. It has countless connotations for me and now I carry a relic of my younger self wherever I go. There is also something mysterious about crows which has always fascinated me.
Then there's the simple beauty of these creatures. Crows are prevalent in poetry and important within traditional tattoo culture. Early designs have a wonderful elegance. It has a little bit of history to it too, especially with its surrounding roses and smoke. I do go back and forth about adding more shading/color.
What do you think? Should I add to it? Let me know in the comments!
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