Another art form.

I couldn't resist it. They say that beauty is all in the eye of the beholder.

The world has changed and its either time for me to get with it or move aside and let the herd rush past.

There was a time as a kid when I would have given my one finger off my drawing hand to have had a tattoo. The only thing that stopped me is the fact that I was afraid my father would forget to stop beating me.

Now a days even women have tattoos.

Have you ever wondered what would happen to that little butterfly if that sweet little thing doesn't diet and the butterfly keeps on being stretched to the limit.
If or when she gets old and shrinks and gets thin, will the buttefly encase her?

I have to confess that more often then not, every time I look at someone wearing a tattoo, I have to stretch my imagination to see beauty in them. But then again...beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

It is sometimes written that art is the closest form of human expression you can get to spirituality. Does that tattoo I see with a knight slaying a dragon, represent some kind of spiritual warfare?

The biggest tattoo I could remember seeing as a kid was a hairy chested man with a big clipper ship on his chest. The most common one was likely a simple anchor on a bicept. What would mother have thought if she knew that the leather warrior on the Harley, remembered her with a tattoo?

Is it true that our outer world is representative of our inner world? Or in more simple terms, does our external image represent our internal lanscape?

An internet search online revealled that there are conventions and special week conferences for those who are into such things. Oh well. Life goes on. When did I miss the boat?