Bum Butterfly

I have sold not long ago a Fullmoon Butterfly painting, and I truly missed her.

I had to take her back home somehow (what a protective mama I am! lol) so I painted her, another kind of "her",

and she now stands peacefully on her branch, just next to me.

Phewww.

Love potion.. under construction?

on the canvas yes!
Otherwise, no way.

I hope to have it done for the varnishing. It will be both acrylics and collage.

The canvas is really big (1m15 high), I'm loving bigger stuff (huhu)

When I work, I forget everything.. November life, etc.
Work, sport and time with my babes are the very best medicine to that cold and grey atmosphere.

Anyway, if it goes the way I have it in mind, this will be the central piece of my varnishing. I have still so much to do to organise everything! Arg!

Vintage tats 'n girls

Aren't these photos super cute and sexy!

I really love these photos. I have books and books about tats from early last century I've been instantly fascinated by the people then getting tattooed. The contrast between the time (that I imagine kinda old, formal, dusty, in black and white really) and the wilderness of the tats!

I love the eroticism of these photos too.

Probably due to the contrast again of the time and the act of tattooing. Also because I imagine it was far less accepted for women to be tattooed and it must have been some kind of real freedom act.

Freedom's sexy! lol (et je dis n'importe quoi moi parfois! :P)

I am not Robert Mitchum

I'm not Reverend Harry Powell (Robert Mitchum), a serial killer and self-appointed preacher, getting a (not so) black and white personality...

I am not that extreme at all. I mean I am not a serial killer, lol.

Yet I have my own marks too. I had no idea where my tats would take me. What would my body tell.
It's fascinating! I'm truly following what my body asks for.

Today, one of my arms is telling about freedom, the other about love. Yeah I know that sounds very 1970s huh :)

but My love arm gets a snake, which means a lot more than just love. My freedom arm gets skulls, death is present.

See, I do not live in a world made of rainbows (though i love them!).

Sunny made them so much the way I wanted!
She added perfect details, perfect shapes. Such a talent!!! Cherry on the cake, I'm having a real good feed back about them : )

I don't think I'll stop with tattoos...
Once you kill the cow, you gotta get the burger huh

(now... don't tell me you HATE them! :P)

Newly inked

Sunny has made wonderful job on my arms today.
I got the new tattoos I really wanted and even better than I thought. Such an artist !

Sunny worked as fast as she could, for hours. I was totally amazed. You feel the physical energy tattooing requires. It's crazy, physically very intense... And behind you have the concentration and the artistic work.

I got tattoos on both arms. Gotta decorate them more. I'll tell you more about the tats when they are visible. Right now they're healing.
The first arm was fine... but the second... (I'm such a chochotte!)... I felt every needle in the skin. I felt as if my skin had decided to resist, to fight back. Suddenly my skin felt so thick. A thick wall fighting against the needles. And that was painful. Not what Sunny did, but the way my skin was tensed, like under pressure, resisting.

Tonight I'm exhausted, no more physical energy. I wonder if Sunny feels the opposite, as if there had been some kind of energy transfer or something like that. But she worked so hard, I'm sure she must have felt tired from it.

A wonderful experience. With such an artist!

(I'll have more!)




And now... back to healing : )

Body talks

I talk making lots of gestures...
I easily make faces, I sigh, I (discretely) yawn, I jump from happiness, I kick ghosts from anger.
My body talks a lot!

Then, my red hair, my boots, the muscles I try to get, probably the way I walk. Fast and determined. Yeah of course my body talks a looooot.

And now I understand there are kind of subtitles on my body... my tattoos!

If it was aesthetically ok... 50% of my body would be covered with snakes. yeah I know... scary! Good I am very coquette. lol
Snakes are clever, they represent knowledge, freedom, selfishness, it's very masculine, complementary to the woman, to me.

ha well, that would be too many snakes and that would scare (not!) the devils.

Anyway, I have discovered that I had an arm made for love and one for freedom! Yeah that rocks! And well, that sounds a bit 1970-ish but I'm proud I naturally get both concepts in the flesh. I did not wanted these lovely concepts particularly, it's my body that revealed them.

On my "love" arm, I want to get an anchor, meaning how much love matters to me, no matter the storms, the deadly waves, Love is here (chabadabada).
Then roses around because it's cute it could symbolize different forms of love. Love flourishing in different ways. Like one rose for Lola, one rose for Loup, I don't know. But love grows, love expanded. That's the idea maybe. Love is not static.

Anyway, that will be one of the ideas for my next tats. Sunny will soon come back to me with her talent (I want her own style for them).

PS: check the gallery, there's Martin's pirate tat' on it :P

I have a dream ...

... that one day this nation will rise up, that one day soon i'll get new tats! :P
My arms need more ornaments. "Once you ill a cow, you gotta make a burger!" (lol ok, sorry.. nonsense but... just needed to quote Gaga somewhere)
When you start with tattoos,, there's no way to stop really.

And a couple of days ago, I dreamt of a tat', a butterfly with skulls in the wings. Oh I was talking happily with Sunny my tattooist in that dream. I hardly felt the needles, just the excitement of these new marks printed on my skin.

So I take it as an excuse a sign from the gods. :P

Gotta have new ones! And I know which ones. This butterfly will be part of them!