I got a new tattoo this weekend. Not only is it new it was also done by the rather talented Mr. Frank Carter. We all know I'm a Gallows fan but Frank's not only a great singer and lyricist he's an even better artist and tattooer.
I let him do whatever he wanted pretty much. I said I wanted a rose bud and bloom and that I wanted them red but that was it. The tattooer always knows best and Frank has a very distinctive style, he certainly didn't disappoint.
For some reason I was under the impression he was a heavy handed tattoo artist and I went in a bit nervous but turns out he's very gentle and I was almost drifting off to sleep at one point. My arm did fall asleep and there was an unfortunate misplaced hand incident but the less said about that the better I think.
Out of all of my tattoos this one has the least meaning. It was more about the artist than the design however I think I've changed quite a lot over the last 6 months and I guess the bud and bloom represent that to some extent.
So here it is. This photo was taken straight after it was done so it's not looking its best. Since this photo was taken my arm doubled in size, went yellow and purple (so fantastically that Frank took a photo) and is now scabbing and peeling. All perfectly normal but I'll be glad when it's finally heeled.