LW: (displays bandaged arm)
Eli: What?! What did you do? Is that a tattoo?
LW: Yup, just got it today.
Eli: What is it?
LW: Something I drew on my arm with a marker last night.
I’ve been drawing a lot of repetitive patterns lately, even incorporating them onto disembodied arms into my work. The other evening I took to myself with a marker. I’ve been thinking about another tattoo, and when I woke the next
morning afternoon and saw the faded marker still on my arm, I decided to go ALL. THE. WAY.
I went to Historic in Portland, and Brad graciously took my instructions of “rudimentary, ghetto, child-like” and made the magic happen.
Now called The Magic Arm, I possess the power to shoot flames from my fingertips, do 100 1-handed push-ups, left-handed high-fives as loud as a thunderclap, and hold really good beer.
P.S. As I type this, I’m sitting in Historic again, watching Jake getting yet another tattoo. You’ll be seeing the results here soon.