That was in Poland, a few weeks ago. We were sitting with my bro and his gf, listening to music, watching some shit, chilling and suddenly, a tattoo topic came on. Let’s get some together, me and bro I mean, kind of conversation. Y not, I said, let’s look into it and think about it.
He wanted some kind of a peace sign, he said. Showed me some design found on Google: the famous sign of hippies with some arrow going through it, forming some kind of a necklace. With a shadow underneath it. It was okay, I thought, but wanted something different, something fresh.
Imma redesign it, I said. I took a large sip of beer, puff or two of a cigarette and started drawing on it. Wanted something a bit more trippy.
The result is what you can see. As tattoos (we got on the next day on our chests), obviously, they’re black and white, without shadows and any fancy stuff. Just a symbol that I drew that night, and meant a lot. Here, as a graphic post.
Just a quick story of my tattoo no: 13 (I think). I like it even though it was hurting like a b**ch.
